Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights. This is a work of fiction. Any similarity between characters or events in this story and with any other person or creature, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Book One I only, am left; and they seek my life, to take it away. one Saul sensed death on the wind and stood to face his enemy. Old eyes, wise in years, scanned the surrounding woodline, reading every gentle movement of leaf and branch. Yet he saw no predator hidden within the swaying leaves. For a long moment he watched with keen brown eyes, searching, he felt, for ghosts. But there was nothing. The forest was as quiet as a grave. He rubbed his furry face with both paws, then raised his long ears and nose to the sky, knowing every scent, every sound. Uneasily he poised, tasting a fear he could not find.
