Klive Brion POV.
A few moments later, Taylor arrived at our pack house, accompanied by two exceptional trackers from our team. They had just completed their shift as night patrollers, and they appeared weary. They had been collaborating with Wren, who spent his nights investigating the rogue's camps, trying to pinpoint the location of the fighting cages or the groups of rogues responsible for abducting the pups.
The trackers spent a couple of hours in my office, using their keen senses to locate any signs, but their efforts yielded nothing. I was the only one who could detect their scent, but it was a struggle. It was almost like a form of torture. Even after several hours, I found it difficult to trace the dreadful scent into the garden. Nevertheless, it was a task I had to undertake to
