Teddy’s POV
After running until a little after eleven; we went back to the tree; got dressed and went on our way back to Melody’s. “So what is your wolf’s name?” She asked over the roar of the engine, beating me to the question.
“His name is Howler.” I said. “He manifested when I was fourteen. I also discovered his name at about the same time.”
“He’s a beautiful wolf.”
Howler preened in my head; our mate liking how we looked had my wolf side gloating. My wolf was raven black, the color of my hair with the tip of his tail having a little bit of grey, almost like someone had dipped it in paint. My eyes would take on more of a yellow color from my usual honey brown. True to comparison of others, we were just as big as any other alpha; standing as tall as a man.
Wolves couldn’t talk per s
