Chapter 33
I nearly stepped on the first of the sentries. Redwoods blocked all moonlight from reaching the forest floor, and my bond to Derek promised that danger was still a tenth of a mile away. So I didn’t think much of the dark shape before me, didn’t realize until almost too late that the scent of fox piss hanging on the air was an artificial additive intended to muddle the average animal’s sensitive nose.
Some second sense alerted me just in time, though. Freezing, I scanned the undergrowth...then leapt three feet straight up in the air as a flashlight flicked on three feet away from my snout. “s**t, that’s a wolf!” a male voice bellowed. Or, well, he was probably speaking at a normal human volume. But my blood was rushing so fast that shifter senses turned a whisper into a shout.
