Unbalanced (2011)
Unbalanced
“The scent was there—faint, but still calling to him, even as the silent night, the gentle breeze, the resinous scent of pine and fir called.His eyes narrowed and his ears pricked forward. Using all his senses—those of the wolf, those of the man within and those amazing Chanku senses—he tested the world around him.This was where he belonged, in this wild, unforgiving place. This was home—the only home he wanted. The only place where he could truly be free.But what good was freedom without his mate? What was the point? She didn’t run with him tonight. She hadn’t run with him for much too long.A low whine sounded from the thick tangle of willows. Cautiously he sniffed the air again. The scent was stronger. Not his mate. No, but someone every bit as important. Someone he sought here in the forest, in the ripe hours balanced on the knife’s edge between darkness and dawning. Those perfect hours, when all about him slept.Even the skitter of mice in the long grass, the squeak of bats overhead..., the soft hoot of owls .MoreLess
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