I got so caught up binge reading every single letter and absorbing all the tiny details of his life, I almost didn’t catch the rustle in the undergrowth. I don’t know what it was that alerted me finally, but I fixated on the low murmur of someone talking first, my head snapping up to scan my surroundings. I didn’t see anyone, but my wolf was edgy, all the hair along her ruff and back standing up at attention.
Had the girls or Gael followed me out here? Was Oli sleepwalking again? No, that was ludicrous in the broad daylight. Everything had been perfectly normal with her besides that one weird-ass night. Plus, a deep inhale told me I didn’t scent anyone from my own pack. I carefully gathered my letters and tucked them into the end of the log, safely out of sight, as I continued to listen.
