We all know the stories. Stories of the wild lobos verdes who roamed free in the hills of Granada—ruling the north valley and terrorizing the priests of San Fernando. Mere legend, you say? Perhaps, but when the moon is out and the Santa Anas are howling, that might not be the wind you’re hearing. Today this same lobo spirit lives on in the North Valley Wolfpack, except in a more fun, less hide-the-kids and grab-your-gun kind of way.