THE ALPHA KING'S TWO FACED MATE
Sage does likewise by my side, his hackles up and quivering with anticipation.
Suddenly, I feel it—the faintest whiff of Cleo's honeysuckle scent. It's around here, close by.
I exchange a glance with Sage, and we creep in that direction, every sense on high.
A rustling in the trees to either side of us has us turning around seconds too late to notice two enormous wolves spring out at us. Sage leaps between me and the wolves, jaws wide. Before the assault can even begin, he leaps out at them on the offensive, his teeth biting deep into one of the River wolves' legs.
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