~ROBERT'S POV~
"Search Again!" I commanded pacing restlessly round the forest.
Eric didn't argue.
He lowered himself again, crouching until his knees nearly touched the forest floor. His fingers brushed through the dirt, slow and deliberate, as though even the ground might betray something if handled carelessly. I could feel him reaching inward, leaning on his wolf the way only seasoned trackers could, senses flaring, stretching beyond the limits of sight and sound.
Around us, the forest was wrong.
Not in any way that could be pointed out with certainty, but in the way instinct recoils before the mind can reason. The silence wasn't peaceful or natural, it was oppressive, stretched too tight, like something fragile on the verge of snapping.
Too quiet.
