He’d seen wolves change before, of course. He had his subjects in the lab that he’d seen change from human to wolf and back again countless times. There was something so…cathartic about seeing a man break in half and become a beast. The world had also seen shifters change before during the Unveiling. There was nothing new about this, except for the fact that they’d been with humans when they did it. They’d protected the witch tied to the burning pyre. And now, it seemed that part of the human population was slowly moving to the wolf side of the debate. Save one damsel in distress, and suddenly, women swooned for the blue-eyed wolf. McMaster wasn’t interested in the wolf on the screen for that, however. Something told him this particular wolf was important. And he’d learned long ago to trust those gut instincts. He wanted this wolf for his own. He had a few wolves in his possession, but it wasn’t enough. This wolf needed to be his. According to his notes, this wolf was the Heir of the Talon Pack.
