Age 16
Riley had hoped, perhaps stupidly, that Evan would calm down when he got his wolf. She thought the Goddess might see fit to bless someone so temperamental with a calm inner voice. But it seemed the Goddess had a cruel sense of humor.
Evan’s wolf, Atlas, was not calm. He was just as aggressive and hot-tempered as his human counterpart. He was easily one of the largest wolves Riley had ever seen, larger even than Kent’s, which felt fitting, given how much Evan had continued to grow. At sixteen, he now stood taller than both Max and Kent.
His body had filled out, making him look far older than he was. His shoulders had broadened, his frame solid and muscled from training. He looked like a man. A dangerous one.
After months of resistance, Evan had finally fallen in line with the tra
