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THE OTHER WAS close, that was for certain.
The hairs on the back of his neck bristled. The growl lingered in the back of his throat. Forepaws pushed down, sinking slightly into the grass, legs prepared to leap.
Then a word, a human word cut through the night.
“Michael!”
He didn’t recognize the word, couldn’t understand human-speak. But there was something familiar about the high-pitched timbre of the voice. This was a human creature that it somehow knew.
Another shift in the wind brought the other’s scent to him once more.