Silverlight Terrace And the wolf whispers back, 'I am the storm.'

Akazia questioned him once again, her tone wary. He looked at her for a moment, wondering if she was joking. "Nope," he reassured her, shaking his head. "None that I'm aware of." he joked, tail swishing with friendliness. He was telling the truth, his wolves practiced no religion. His wolves were allowed to have their own beliefs, but they did not practice one as a whole. That's the whole reason why he left his old pack in the first place. Zaavier is not a religious man.

His eyes swept from Jaida to Akazia and back again, awaiting the white woman's decision. The air was crackling with energy, but Zaavier didn't care. He just hoped she would come along, as they were both able bodies that seemed to be loyal.