Chapter 30: Who Invited The Storm?

AJ’s POV:

Storm’s namesake no doubt came from the textured gray of his fur. It was light gray in some parts, but his coat seemed to flex into a deeper gray before coming back to surface, to return to a lighter shade.

In short, he looked like a storm cloud. He was one of the only shifters I had ever known to have scars as well, which was no easy feat. He was a fighter, that much was for sure. By the looks of it, he had lost enough fights throughout his life to have learned how to start winning them.

He intimidated me. When he shifted, he intimidated me all the more.

He wore a casual gray T-shirt (gray must be his favorite color), and he was big. Bigger than Maxx, but just smaller than the towering Aldris had been, what felt like forever ago. He wasn’t just tall, though. His chest was big, and his arms were big. I was ashamed to say I lingered on them for just a little too long. I couldn’t believe I was thinking about that at a time like this.