The forest was colder tonight.
My paws slammed against the dirt path as I chased through the thick underbrush, a low growl rumbling in my throat. The one I was chasing was heading straight toward the southern ridge.
The one place I had forbidden anyone from crossing.
"Xavier, cut off the east. Don't let him double back. The rest of you, close in."
I lunged towards the trespasser but just as my claws were about to sink in—
"Alpha Damien."
The voice was quiet, composed and spoken out loud.
I froze mid-air and landed a few feet short of my target, dirt and leaves scattering beneath my paws. My snarl echoed through the clearing as I turned toward the voice.
A man stepped out from behind a tree.
He stood tall, dressed in black layered clothing, not a single wrinkle in place. His silver hair was tied back, thin spectacles perched on his nose. There wasn't a trace of sweat or urgency on him, just that maddening calmness.
