Bramblepoint The shape of brat pop to come

Peregrine thought he heard the slight shift of spry paws upon the forest floor and he went rigid, listening with all his might. He heard the wind soughing through the trees, their branches still bared to the early spring sky. He heard the pleasant din of birdsong. He even heard a wolf howling off in the distance. His jade eyes squinted suspiciously, hearing no more sounds of Lasher's possible passage.

But he felt a tingle creep up his spine, sensing that the other man was near and nearing. The Alpha's nostrils flared as he whirled in a circle, single eye sweeping the surrounding forest, trying to pluck out its secrets.