Arthur’s POV
Arthur did not slow when the scent vanished.
He stood at the eastern boundary, staring at nothing and everything at once, the place where Silver’s trail simply ended.
His wolf pressed hard against his ribs, not in blind fury, but in a focused, lethal awareness. Drogo had not crossed into their land, he had reached in.
Arthur turned sharply.
“Fall back to the main clearing,” he ordered through the comm. “All units.”
The warriors returned in disciplined silence, boots dark with damp soil, expressions tight. They did not need to ask whether he had found anything.
They could read the answer in his posture.
He shifted back to human form at the edge of the clearing, breath steady despite the storm building beneath his skin. Control mattered now more than ever.
“She walked
