“Sit… stay… catch!” Theodore commands with a gleeful yell, his small hands tossing a morsel of leftover shredded pork from last night’s dinner high into the air. Christian, fully shifted into his wolf form, leaps up eagerly, snatching the piece mid-flight with a precise snap of his powerful jaws. Christian’s wolf isn’t quite as massive as Alexander’s, but he’s still larger than most of the wolves I’ve seen prowling the woods outside. His fur is dark and coarse, a stark ...