MAX POV
The scent blocker stung my nose. It clung to my fur and skin like damp earth and bitter herbs, masking my scent from the rogues that prowled the mountainside. Beside me, Anton crouched low amongst the rocks. My Beta waited on the opposite side. Behind us, fifteen of my best warriors remained perfectly still. Waiting. Watching. Ready. Below us lay the rogue camp.
Torches flickered against rough wooden structures and cave entrances carved into the mountainside. Rogue wolves moved between them. Not talking. Tense. Completely unaware of how close we were.
My jaw clenched. So close. Lycandra was somewhere in there. After days of searching. Days of wondering if she was alive. Days of imagining the worst. I was finally here. A soft whistle drew my attention.
One of the warriors motion
