Chapter 23
Chapter Twenty-Three Sage’s POV I heard him before Heath did. I heard the footstep that was wrong, the placement of weight that was too deliberate, the sound of someone moving through undergrowth and trying not to sound like it. I turned before the intrusion had entered the edge of the clearing. Gareth Lowe walked out of the tree line. He was dressed for the mountain in the way that older pack wolves dress for it, practical and dark.. He looked at Heath. He looked at me. He smiled with the smile I had catalogued in Ruth's Diner two weeks ago, the one that reached nothing behind it. "Convenient," he said. "Both of you. No pack wolves within miles." He spread his hands in a gesture that was a parody of reasonableness. "I've been waiting for a moment like this." Heath had gone very st
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