Alexander POV

"Alpha!" One of the border patrol guards mind-linked. "We have picked up an unknown scent crossing the border."

"How many?" I asked, dropping my pen on my desk. I was working through the pack report.

"Only one, Alpha," he replied, sounding worried.

"That's odd," Ghost said. "The rogues usually attack in numbers."

"I know," I said, finding the situation confusing. "Maybe they have sent only one rogue to create a diversion."

"We need to sound ...