Chapter 46 The Trail

• The forest was silent, thick with a suffocating tension. Branches snapped under swift paws, and leaves rustled softly as the pack of wolves scattered among the trees. The high moon lit the path, but the air pulsed with urgency.
• Alaric had finally left the pack grounds, heading north alone, his red eyes scanning every shadow, every faint print on the damp earth. His muscles were tight, jaw clenched, and heart racing. The bond guided him like an invisible compass, and Eulália’s fear still pulsed through his veins as if it were his own. He remained in human form.
• He stopped abruptly at the edge of a narrow clearing, his eyes fixed on the ground. There were tracks—several. And a familiar scent. Lavender… laced with the salt of fear. The alpha crouched, fingers brushing over the prints. But before he could shift directions, he heard approaching footsteps and caught a familiar scent.