When he reached the edge of the clearing, he shifted into his wolf form and took off towards the trees. The area was closed off to outsiders so he had plenty of room to test the field. Before long, his pack members were running behind him, all in their wolf forms. He grinned at the sight. There was nothing more exhilarating than running on his land with his family close on his tail on a bright Wisconsin afternoon. When he arrived at the boulders, he shifted into his human form, comfortable in his nude state. They did the same. Slowly, he looked at his pack. Some were related to him by blood, but most were loners who’d joined up throughout the years. He didn’t blame them. As one of oldest packs in the Midwest area, the McNeals were a fiercely loyal bunch. Known to protect their own to the death. He loved them all. He met their gazes and told them about Joni and the thugs. “What do we care of this human?” asked Garth, one of his toughest enforcers. “She is of no importance to us.” “She is of importance to me.” “But you barely know this woman,” replied another.
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