Chapter Twenty-Four Heath's POV The clearing gave no warning. This is the thing I keep returning to when I run the sequence back through my head, which I have done approximately forty times since it ended. Old growth forest at elevation gives warning. It has a specific quality of alertness that changes when something moves through it wrong, the birds going quiet, the undergrowth settling in a particular way, the air carrying information that a wolf with functioning senses picks up before the conscious mind has assembled it into anything useful. The clearing gave me nothing. One moment Sage was standing in my shirt looking all kinds of gorgeous and the next moment the tree line on three sides of the clearing was full of wolves — not wolves — rogues, in their grotesque half-wolf, half m

