Chapter 174

Wolves tend to hunch forward and look at you with a tilted chin. It’s usually because we prefer to go to all fours as wolves, even though we can walk upright, and Colton seems caught between the two. Stance and lowered head as his eyes glow viciously and his words take on that dominant growl in the undertones. He isn’t planning on turning, but he intends to intimidate the shit out of Deacon. I can sense his actions and read him way better than I used to. I wonder if our wolves are synching a little because of the closeness of how we got in the infirmary, or maybe I’m just getting better at dissecting the mood and picking out who belongs to who. He leads us out across the cleared sweeping gravel drive. All the vehicles are gone, and I can see how massive the forefront of the homestead’s entry is. Without the wolves flanking and taking us in without seeing it, I can appreciate the wide, vast space, treelined with dense forest, and only one narrow opening coming northbound. Colton was rig