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Meanwhile, inside the jungle room, the two wolves circled each other, one with an air of violence around him and the other with a calming but firm attitude. At this point after a premier shift, the human of the shifter was usually inactive, resting after the ordeal he or she had been through. So the black wolf was all beast with pure animal instincts. That made it very dangerous.
Although the newly shifted wolf’s thirst for a fight was obvious and uncontrollable, the brown wolf tried to assert its authority, impressing upon his mate his experience and seniority. For a moment it seemed as though it was working. Then out of the blue, the black wolf attacked. What ensued was a fight that shocked those looking on.
“Come on, boy.” Philip chanted under his breath. “You can do it. Show him who’s in authority right now. Come on!”
“Stanley…” Jeremy shouted. “Forget he’s your mate. Fucking end this now.”