The miracle took place about a week later, in mid-May, though he didn’t know it as such yet. He was walking in the forest, figuring out which trees they should log this year for the next year’s firewood, when he heard a weird sound.
It wasn’t quite a whine, nor was it a groan, but something told him it was trouble nevertheless. He listened closely, walking toward the sound whenever he thought he heard it, and cursed his too-weak senses. If he had one of the shifters with him, he would know exactly where to head in about three seconds flat.
When he came to the source of the sound, his blood chilled in the way it does when a human is suddenly faced by something unknown and potentially lethal. Logically Mikael knew that even if he had the sharper shifter senses, he would have only smelled a
