GENRE: YA Urban Fantasy
Gavin's large paws sunk into the soft leaves of the forest under his massive weight. His dark coat allowed him to meld into the shadows of the many trees, providing him with camouflage for hunting white-tailed deer. He could smell them, grazing just beyond the next copse of trees.
He also smelled horses, but those were strictly off-limits as they most likely belonged to humans, and he wasn’t taking any chances.
A squirrel chattered in another part of the forest, causing his ears to twitch unconsciously toward the sound and momentarily distracting him. Muscles rippled under his thick silver and black coat as he resumed his approach toward his quarry.
Low branches brushed his thick coat, leaving drops of dew behind, but he didn't mind. He was enjoying his time spent alone in the Wyoming wilderness. This was the first time in his life that he had been without his two older brothers, and he was reveling in his freedom. Spending most of his time in his wolf form was even more freeing. Thinking became unnecessary. The natural instincts of the wolf took over, until it was difficult to tell where the mind of a man began and the wolf let off.
Suddenly, a pungent, yet horribly familiar, scent reached his nose and Gavin whirled around just in time to meet the two assassins head-on.
He howled in pain as the first attacker slammed into him, causing the two of them to fly back into a tree behind them.