Chapter Ten

The man I was currently staring at had all the telltale signs of being an Alpha. I didn't know for sure, but assumed it was the friend Ike was talking about before. He was tall and strong looking, with piercing grey eyes. He had a "no bullshit" look about him. Physically, he looked to be in his fifties, with salt and pepper hair accompanied with a matching beard. Knowing how wolves aged though, he was probably... hundred eighty? Two hundred, tops. They stopped aging somewhere in their twenties, then start back up when they get to be around a hundred. Then they loosely age a year physically for every actual ten. It's a rough math, and has been known to vary, but it's a good base to go off of when trying to judge a wolves actual age.

"It's good to finally see you again, shit head." I watched in awe as the man walked to Ike and ruffled his hair. I would be willing to bet he's the only one allowed to touch Ike like that. I can't see him being okay with a random pack member coming up and d