When The Moon Hides Her Crown
Though he said nothing, his expression remained unreadable.
“What is it?” I asked, forcing steadiness into my voice.
His gaze shifted past me, his wolf glinting in his eyes. “A bear,” he murmured, pointing toward the trees, “with cub,” he gestured to the marks on the ground.
The moment I focused, I sensed it too. The heavy musk, the restless shuffle of something massive nearby.
“Then we shouldn’t disturb them. Let’s take another path,” I whispered.