Alpha Xander

She was close.

I could smell her.

My boots sank into the mud as I followed the trail northeast, the stench of wet pine and distant smoke threading through the cold. The rain had done a good job of washing most of the evidence away, but not enough. Not from me.

I knew her scent like I knew my own rage.

There was still blood in the bond.

Not enough to reach her, not anymore since I severed it.

I should’ve kept her when I had the ...