Chapter 36 The Case Of The Missing Girl

• Rushing into the forest, I head in the direction that I heard her scream. After several minutes, I keep running even though I hear nothing more except for the birds singing above my head. I stop to scan the area for any signs of a struggle or if I can find anymore of her blood on the vegetation, but with nothing to go by, I pick a direction that calls to me for some reason.
• This time I am right fortunately, because the next thing I know I am just outside a small camp made up of two tents thrown together by tarps and ropes. In the middle is a fire blazing and sitting next to it is Arabella and not a vampire, but another werewolf. I can only tell, because her scent is so strong, and she looks like a rogue.
• She has tattoos all up and down her arms and her hair is formed into a mohawk with a braid hanging down the nape of her neck. Arabella is sitting next to her bound by the wrists and the ankles, or at least it looks like. The woman hasn’t even covered Arabella’s naked body yet.