There had to be eighty at least, forming a giant ring in the middle of a hollowed-out room. Empty oil drums were in all four corners, casting firelight up onto the walls, and the light glinted from the wolves' eyes, like glints of magic. Gareth could see perfectly – in fact, better than perfectly. His eyes, already transformed to his wolf-eyes, were crystal clear and pierced the darkness with a detail that no human could fathom. That wasn't his only sense working, however – the energy in the air was intoxicating, the scent of his entire pack around him, a hazy mist of heat and frantic bodies. His ears could pick up every scratch and shuffle, every yip and howl from the throbbing room. Even more extreme was his reaction to his mate; he deposited Maddy in a corner near the wall, the only place where there was a gap in the circle of wolves. He could sense her fear as though it was a part of him; feel her feathery heartbeat, her racing thoughts and the pounding arousal between her legs.
