Bell hunted. The scent he followed from the cabin was familiar, floating over the snow as he ran. It pooled over his tongue, filling his nose, the other shifter’s scent full of rancid fear and desperation.
Guilt added a tang to it, and his heart hurt beneath his determination to catch the wayward wolf.
The traitor was one of Xavier's own.
The moon was low on the horizon, dawn lighting the eastern edges of the forest when he caught up to the struggling beta. The slim female fought through the heavy snow, and she whined when he caught sight of Bell on her heels. Her struggles were for naught.
Bell rammed into her side, lifting her high in the air, the small beta twisting and crying out in fear. She fell to the snow in a crumpled heap, and lay still, eyes wide.
But Bell's anger and hatr
