Wolves Will Be Wolves

Prologue

Xavier's POV:

8 years; I had been seeing him for eight years. The most breathtaking wolf I had ever seen; he was a rich, dark brown color with light caramel paws and ears. I've seen a lot of wolves in my life, being a werewolf myself, but there was something about him that made me want to see him again.

I couldn't ever place what it was about him that I liked- maybe it was his wildness, his freedom, or, perhaps it was his coloration, though it wasn't what most would call dazzling, but I think it was his eyes. They've always looked at me with depth and intelligence, although I know he's just a regular wolf.

Werewolves tend to give off a smell or habit that betrays them as human, plus, when in wolf form, it's nearly impossible to hide your emotions from others. And if none of that gives it away, their eyes will- human eyes are what betray your emotions in wolf form because they change color depending on your mood.

But, even though he's just a regular wolf he always comes back and he finds me- usually when I'm out patrolling in my wolf form. I've never seen him with a pack so I've guessed he's either a loner or a rogue. Either way, I think he sees me as a kindred spirit or even as a pack member, no matter which form I'm in.

Sometimes we hunt, sometimes we run, and sometimes we even wrestle like two little pups. I'm not worried about getting hurt seeing as how I heal so quickly, but, even so, he always seems so gentle, especially when I'm in human form.

Sometimes I imagine I see something human in his eyes, but it's gone so fast I typically just chalk in up to wanting him to be a werewolf so we could actually talk. But still, those eyes- I'd recognize them anywhere.