Elsa
We chased the scent for almost two hours. The others were growing tired, wanting to stop, but I wouldn’t hear of it. I growled at them, a warning not to hold me back. Nothing was going to stop me. Not exhaustion, not fear, not even the distance. If it meant going to the ends of the earth to find Adam, I would do it without hesitation. Claire, my wolf, was just as determined as I was, and her hope fueled mine. We couldn’t stop. We wouldn’t stop.
When we reached a crossroad, I slowed down, my nose close to the ground as I sniffed carefully. It was hard to pick up, but after a while, I found it again—the faint, distinct smell of burnt rubber. It was coming from the left, so that’s the way we went.
The men followed, though I could sense their scepticism. They were humouring me, proba
