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such a waste of time.
Out of respect, Max knocked on his grandfather's door, gaining impressions as
he waited for the elderly man to respond.
Crow Shadow, small, with ravenlike features and jet-black hair, had come and
gone first with Bear Shadow, a big, brown, barrel-chested pack member. Fox
Shadow, named for his cunning mind, auburn hair, and lanky build, was still
around, along with the sandy-hued, lightning-quick Rabbit Shadow.
Oddly, it seemed as though Hawk Shadow and Mountain Shadow had left long
before the others had. Of them all, he wished those two had not left. Hawk was
like a brother, and although slight of build, he was the fiercest fighter and
stood steadfast by Hunter's side. Mountain was a large, looming shadow
presence, who said little, but didn't have to. Those two, plus himself, kept
the pack balanced, the roles clear and defined. He just hoped his brothers
wouldn't force a choice between them and Sasha.
"I knew you would come when it was time," Hunter's grandfather said as he
opened the door and warmly embraced him. "Come in, Wolf Shadow. We have a
guest. He has already been introduced to Fox Shadow and Rabbit Shadow."
"I know this guest, Silver Shadow. He is a pack friend and friend of our
clan." Hunter sent his gaze around the room to settle on Dr. Holland. "It's
good to see you, sir."
The fact that his grandfather used his pack name, not his given name, put him
on guard. Once his grandfather was no longer pack alpha, he'd gone back to his
Native American name. But out of sheer respect, he would call the old man
Silver Shadow until the end of time. To bristle his pack brothers, he'd
quietly reminded them of the old man's previous dominance over their fathers
and grandfathers. Hunter left the door open. No need in damaging property if
the challenge had to go outside.
Tension residue still hung in the air as Dr. Holland stood and nodded.
"Long time no see, Wolf Shadow," the doctor said, picking up on the unspoken
vibes in the room.
Fox Shadow and Rabbit Shadow flanked the older man slowly, and simply stood
with a nod.
"Can we take this outside, Hunter?" Fox Shadow said after a moment.
Hunter's eyes narrowed. Using his given name while the others were referred to
by their pack names was a clear affront.
"Yeah," Rabbit said through his teeth. "Some pack business doesn't need to be
discussed in front of outside guests."
"Sure, Gerald" Max said in a low rumble. "Let's go." He turned and strode out
the door, taking the battle away from the house.
Apparently the scent of Sasha in the air, along with the presence of the
doctor, was making Fox bold and stupid. Maybe he even thought that without
Hawk and Mountain there, or others to break it up, his constant bid for
dominance might somehow work this time.
"What's your problem?" Max said circling, beginning to snarl.
His grandfather was on the porch with Eh". Holland, silently watching. Just
like in times of old, an elder had to witness the challenge of power and
communicate it through the region. Rabbit Shadow was on the ground as referee,
also a necessary part of the match to make it official, and not be considered
murder if things went too far. This had been a setup.
"My problem is," Fox Shadow said through his teeth, warily circling, "that
you're taking sloppy seconds behind a damned demon wolf that she used to deal
with and you've brought her to "
He was on Fox's chest before he'd finished the sentence. The impact knocked
the wind out of the man. Hunter had gone from human to wolf with barely any
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transition time. He'd shifted as he sailed from the shadow he'd been standing
in into the light, clothes left behind him in a jumbled pile. The only
identifier was his amulet. His wolf had never been as strong, the urge to kill
never as fierce as it was now.
"End match! Submit, Fox, submit!" Rabbit yelled out to a paralyzed Fox Shadow,
as he backed up. He had never seen anything like Max's transformation. "Call
your grandson off, Silver Shadow. He'll rip his throat out!"
Snapping, snarling, saliva-slicked jaws growled a warning as two-hundred-plus
pounds of furious wolf bore down on Fox Shadow. Massive claws slowly dug into
his chest through his coat and T-shirt, causing blood to rise in seeping pools
around the depression of each digit.
A whimper finally escaped Fox Shadow's strained larynx. The sound only seemed
to make Hunter crazier and he released a series of fast, vicious barks close
to the offender's face, slinging saliva. Only when Fox closed his eyes did
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