Approaching the shared borders between Grandbay and Dalesbloom, my nerves electrified. There was already evidence that Dalesbloom was encroaching on my territory. Despite telling Oslo to keep distance, I ventured to our markers, where I found trails of Dalesbloom wolves weaving back and forth. None of them were fresh. I suspected they had come here earlier this morning, before David’s appearance, but my packmates had all been at the pack house by then. I walked for ten minutes before encountering a warm scent on the wind, knowing that it had been wicked off the body of a Dalesbloom wolf in the unclaimed buffer between our territories; but before I sent up a warning call to Oslo, recognition clicked on who it was.
Colt.
My first thought was that he was here for Billie. Maybe they had pl
