JACKSONS POV
We rushed through the forest to the spot where Dakota had been taken, her scent lingered slightly in the air. “I don’t smell anything, Jackson. Maybe we are too late to catch the trail?”, Darius spoke.
“Rubbish, I am her mate, I can smell her still. This way quickly!”
I began to run to the west, keeping my nose in the air. Darius was still second guessing my sense of smell in the back of his mind. Stupid i***t constantly forgot that the mind link works whether you want it to or not, in wolf form.
We reached the very edge of the next town down the hill. There were industrial buildings closer in and wooden cabins scattered further out into the trees; shrouded by the forest. I lifted my nose and sniffed left and right, trying to figure out which way to go. A slight w
