96 – TRACKING
STEPHAN POV
The woman in her mid-thirties with the straw hat finished his bowl of soup and got up from the food joint.
As she carefully looked around, I stayed put where I was cleverly concealed behind two women who were haggling over the price of a striped cloth.
When she was satisfied that she was alone, she continued her movement and so did I, following at a distant pace.
I didn’t have to walk so close to her, over the past few days I had gotten a perfect sense of her scent. I could find her as far as three kilometers away.
This my escapade needed to bear some tangible result. I didn’t feel comfortable returning back to the pack and reporting to the alpha that I had just killed the Old Crone, I needed to do more than that.
A part of me still struggled with what happ
