The wolf tracked his every movement, its jade green eyes beginning to glow. Scarlett made to move, to do something to help him, but then she froze. Ryker did not seem at all concerned with the wolf. He watched it warily, almost as if he knew this wolf. The wolf padded forward, coming to stop a few feet from him. “Maliq,” Ryker said, reverence in his voice, as he bowed to the wolf.
