Unknown Point of View
The sun hangs high in the sky, its light spearing through the canopy in broken shafts that dance across the forest floor. Still, the shadows are mine. I slip between them like water, unseen, and unheard.
Ahead, two of them move along the border, the blond haired one with the restless fire in his chest, and his companion, steady but sharp eyed. Rafael and Jace future Alpha and beta of the Fangholt Pack.
They sweep the area like they own it, like they are hunters, and not prey. I almost laugh, but I keep still, crouched low in the undergrowth. Their voices carry faintly, measured, clipped, and cautious. They are talking about me. About us.
Good.
I shift my weight, my muscles tense, ready to spring, not to attack, not yet. Our orders were clear. Observe. Test. Wait.
