Wes's POV
Walking from my rooms I enter my office to find my twelve already waiting.
I look to Kyan and Beau, the words hardly needing to be spoken before they march off to take their posts protecting Mish.
I'm left with ten, and I hope that number is enough, or at least one of us is good enough today.
We make our way quickly to the eastern border, the forest dense and high with snow, slowing our progress and probably hindering any efforts planned for today. But we trudge on, needing to try, as I think of Henderson. Henderson who I visited last night. Henderson who they nearly tore the arm off. We won't give up.
After hours without hope we finally pick up a scent, a faint, weeks-old scent, but it's there.
We are cautious as we follow it, but my frustration only grows as it is washed
