*Oliver*

Adrian was a stealthy wolf, his fur a blazing gold that caught the moonlight as he trotted ahead of me.

I was much, much larger than him, and he knew it. When Xander had kicked us out of that stolen truck, and we’d made a break for the hills, we’d shifted almost immediately. I was big, red, and looked rather intimidating, in my humble opinion. Adrian hadn’t looked at me without his ears pinned back against his head since the second he turned ...