The sun was high by the time we all gathered around the reinforced training pen. The massive wolf lay stretched across the straw-covered floor, its chest rising and falling with deep, even breaths. Its fur was dark, almost black, streaked with silver that shimmered in the light. Up close, it was even bigger than it had seemed last night. Broad shoulders, long limbs, claws that could tear through steel if it tried hard enough.
But it didn’t move. Didn’t growl. Didn’t shift. Just lay there, silent.
Asher leaned on the wooden fence, his gray eyes studying it closely. “Still nothing. It hasn’t even twitched since sunrise.”
Gage crossed his arms and shrugged. “Maybe it’s in shock. Or maybe it’s smart enough to know it’s surrounded by wolves who won’t hesitate to take it down if it tries some
