Alex had heard the growling, but had dismissed it as a canine sort of play, figuring Tristan would get the biggest kick of watching kids scurry around in response to wolfy noises.
He heard Bailey's gasp and sat up, not wanting to miss the fun, but his expression changed from amused to startled in a heartbeat. That...
...wasn't Tris. He grabbed the arm closest to him, waving toward the others with a frantic hand. "Shit," he hissed, scrabbling to get his feet under him. "That's not Tristan..." He got to his feet, still in a low crouch, not wanting to get the wolf's attention, really.
But if they were supposed to get anyone's attention, they'd have to make some sort of noise... Damn, what he wouldn't cut off to have his wand right now...