Dayne's POV
Has there nowhere in this f*****g forest that wasn’t filled with the scent of Talis’ pain or fear?
Grimly, Dayne darted through the trees, swift and strong in his agile wolf form. He’d long since left the rest of his pack behind as he’d surged ahead, with everything in him warning him that Talis needed him. That every second counted.
But for the moment, his wolf’s fury wasn’t riding him as hard as it had before. Likely because now Talis was close—close enough to scent, close enough he’d have her back again, and soon. As long as he got to her in time.
Dayne couldn’t help but notice that while he was tracking Talis, he had yet to come across any of the Merrick pack. Which was strange. He should have bumped into at least one of them by now, but he hadn’t. Not one.
Every now
