~ Dante ~
The day had been pointless. While Aden had tried to follow Diana and caught up with the trackers to hand off the information we had garnered having seen her for the first time in years, no one had seen her in hours. Somehow she’d managed to get out of the state past all the trackers and out of our reach once again, the slippery b***h.
The man were howling for action, her traitorous scent in our territory enough for the younger man to crave blood and violence while her peers the old guard cautioned temperance and patience. The blue moon Pack was pushing for justice and Diana’s pelt in exchanged for their slain member, interest renewed with the whispers of Madeline’s return spreading like wild fire through not just their pack but the northern American packs in general.
Madelin
