Rough excerpt from Wolf’s Capture, still in progress

Smarts kept Brody from attacking, but never fear. When the time came, he would join the battle and rank high when it came to his share of kills. After all, he did have a reputation as a bad ass wolf to maintain. And a certain moose to put in his place. All about the rack indeed.

It was time to put those who thought their antlers were so mighty in their place. Never doubt the power of fur and fang. Awoo!

With his feet on the ground, and the attackers well out of sight, Brody wasted no time, shedding his clothes and tossing them at the base of the tree before letting his flesh ripple and his shape twist until he stood in his four legged form. He stretched, a mighty timber wolf with brindled fur, sharp teeth and a howl that could carry for miles.

Antlers can’t do that. But they did make great chandeliers. Odd how Boris didn’t appreciate the ornate one Brody sent him on his birthday. Ungrateful, moose.

Sucking in a deep breath, Brody howled, an ululating cry meant to warn any inhabitants still slumbering or unaware.

Someone heard his warning and passed the message along. The quiet of night soon filled with snarls and roars as his kin, not military trained and less prone to quiet, prepared to meet the menace threatening them.

Welcome to Kodiak Point. We might seem civilized from the outside but threaten us and we will tear your throat out. And that was just the men.