Yet the hush that draped the trees felt more profound than the quiet he’d grown to love. It was as if the forest itself had fallen silent in anticipation, waiting for something to break the uneasy calm.
Halfway around their usual loop, Milo came to an abrupt halt. The dog’s muscles coiled, and a low growl rumbled from his chest, the sort Wade had heard only once or twice before—when something truly threatened him.