Lost in Sinn

Previously

…He knew the FBI agent and the anthropologist were there. He had felt their presence, a subtle disturbance in the natural flow of things. He also knew, with a certainty that chilled him to the core, that this disruption was directly linked to the unnatural scent on the wind, to the careless slaughter of the moose. The shadow of Bear Claw was deepening, and it was a darkness that was not entirely its own. The season was turning, and with it, the ancient instincts were beginning to awaken, not just in him, but in others who had long been dormant. And the quiet, watchful stillness of his mountain was about to be shattered.