After the storm came the calm.
As Lennon took inventory of everyone's conditions, Wayne walked around the length of the area.
The fire had stopped raging and was smoldering in small clusters of red coals, most of the trees had turned to ash and dissipated with the wind.
He had clearly caught a whiff of her scent, where was she? If she wasn't in these woods. Well, former woods, now it was a big pile of ash here and there.
It had been too strong to be called a whiff, more like a beacon call signaling her location. It might have been her fear, triggering the mate bond between them. Calling to him to save her.
A feeling of unease sat heavy in his chest.
What could be happening to her? Why did he sense her fear like she was sending an SOS signal, calling for help? For his help?
His beast
