Alexander’s POV

“Over here, Alpha. New trail,” Raymond’s voice crackles in my head.

Hours of relentless pursuit stretch behind us, fragments of Lorenzo’s scent trailing like ghosts in the wind. Every lead fades, swallowed by rivers and streams—his cunning hiding in the flowing water. Only a creature instinctive, more beast than man, would know to use running water to mask a scent.

He’s gone rogue, sliding into feral ...