"Storm has been taken."
I can't recall the journey to the school, but one second I was a man, and the next I had shifted into my blue-black wolf and was almost at the pack school where the swim club meets.
My shift back to man is fluid and quick, changing forms only when I was almost at the swimming area where Alpha Ben had told me they were.
I don't bother to tame my wild hair or school my face into a friendly expression as I walk up to where the commotion is. Trying my best to look tame has never been appreciated anyway, so I especially wasn't going to bother about what anyone thinks about me when my mate is in danger.
I walk past the pack warriors and some of the worried lingering pack members to where the alpha is standing with his beta and a group of warriors talking to a crying shivering boy.