Bailey POV
A feral wolf. It's the last thing I've expected near my territory. Despite my reassurances, I'm nervous as Riley and I begin to head towards the woods in wolf form. Feral wolves are more dangerous than you can imagine. They've lost their humanity and their ability to rationalize or think logically. Their desire to kill or their bloodlust is increased and they can't distinguish between rogues, shifters and other creatures expect maybe Lycans. Lycans they hate. More than anything. I'm not sure exactly why, but it's always been that way. Maybe because as shifters they hate us it's increased when they turn feral.
The woods are quiet. Too quiet. Where are the sounds from the small creatures, the sounds of the birds, the crickets chirping? I glance at Riley uneasily. I wish she had
