Deimos
Keturah lay in my arms, snoring softly. I froze, my hand resting in her soft curls. “Alpha,” Rafael's strained voice came through a mind-link. “You have to see this. I'm at the southern border.”
Rafael never sought me out unless it was utterly serious. So I groaned softly and gently got out of bed. I cast a final glance at Keturah's sleeping form and headed out.
I caught a faint whiff of a horrid scent and hoped it was anything but what I feared. I spotted Rafael in his wolf form, sniffing the ground towards a huge fig tree. He got to the base of the tree and sniffed around it. He shook his head and then retreated his steps towards me.
“What did you find?”
“Nothing more than the foul scent that seems to start and end right here.” He huffed frustratedly.
“There are no foot
