(LOCKE)
A small figure moves toward the window, which is then slid open. I watch my son climb through and sit on the ledge before jumping down. He looks around before shifting into a wolf and heading toward the park.
When he doesn't notice me, I realize he hasn't caught my scent. He's still young. And living in the human world, he probably doesn't get to spend much time in his animal form to hone his instincts.
I watch in amusement as the little wolf cub streaks across the street. He has clearly done this before. I have a feeling my mate doesn't know about his little late-night adventures.
I've seen the defiance in the boy's eyes. He's going to be a handful in the future if he's not difficult enough already. He has nearly made it to the edge of the woods when I pounce, grab him by the scruff, and give him a rough shake. "I don't think so, Finn."
He lets out a howl of fright before looking at me. I see the recognition in his eyes. It is instantly followed by dismay.
