Logan's POV
The dark and cool forest presses around me, silent except for the sounds of nature and steady crunch of paws against dirt.
Rowan moves ahead of me, his massive wolf form gliding through the undergrowth like a shadow made of muscle and pale golden fur. Lachlan has always been a magnificent wolf and hunting alongside him is as enjoyable to Fenrir as hanging out with Rowan is for me.
Fenrir follows closely, excited at the process of the hunt. Be it ox or man, my wolf thrives in nature. The stalking, the pacing, staring down our prey, it's one of his favourite games. He urges us forward, his low growl rumbling against my bones.
It's a bright afternoon but, beneath the trees, it's all shadow and darkness.
