Finn's point of view)
Tracking a wolf who knows every inch of his own territory is a slow business, and tracking one who's spent twenty years learning exactly how his Alpha thinks is slower still. I gave Damon three days of ordinary behavior before I let myself believe he'd noticed nothing different in how closely I was watching him. On the fourth night, he finally slipped.
I caught his scent leaving the eastern gate a little past midnight, moving with the particular unhurried confidence of a man who believed himself entirely unobserved. I kept my distance, downwind, following at a pace slow enough not to betray my presence, and watched him cut off the main road well before the border patrol's usual checkpoint, disappearing into a stretch of forest that saw almost no regular traffic even
