Terrence POV
Hiding in the shadows in my wolf form Hunter, my scent masked, I watch as three rogue wolves scout our lands from a distance not to trigger the sensors which would inform Rosebud and Spirit Lake pack of intruders. Since my niece came of age, the magic which was concealing her presence had begun to wain on the days leading up to her birthday, and completely broke during the ceremony which ignited her powers fully.
The rogues retreated, clearly disappointed in the absence of the Princess of Prophecy. Keeping a two mile distant trail, I followed them as they ran away from the packs territories. About 30 miles away, the rogue scent disappeared into a wooded area.
I approach the entrance to the woods slowly, not catching any trace of the rogues’ foul odors. As I edge closer, I
