ELLIOT.
The blood trail led north through the forest, dark droplets on leaves and stones that made my wolf howl with rage.
Too much blood. She was losing too much blood.
We ran in wolf form, Torhana leading because his tracking was the best. Rowan flanked left, I took right, covering ground faster than any human could follow.
The bond was still there, faint but present. A golden thread I clung to with everything I had.
Still alive. Still breathing. Hold on, sweetheart. We’re coming.
Half a mile into the forest, the trail changed.
The blood drops stopped being drops and became smears. Like they’d started carrying her instead of dragging her.
Faster. We needed to move faster.
My paws hit the ground in perfect rhythm with my brothers’. Three alphas united by a single purpose.
Fin
