Jason's p.o.v

Vincent and I were going crazy. But mostly tired. Were moving in circles for hours and Rhoyda was right beside us.

Emily's scent was no were to be picked, only outside the pack's border and at one certain tree, bedsides that, we couldn't pick up anything. it's as if she had rested there and vanished into thin air.

"Jason," Rhoyda called softly.

"Any news from Ken and our warriors?" I asked seriously through our mind link.

"No, they too couldn't pick up anything or find ...