Gabriel's POV
Rogues are always so ridiculously easy to track when they're scared.
The ones that my trackers had found only managed to make it three blocks before they started stumbling over each other. If the implications of their presence weren't so serious, I might have found it almost comical.
My wolves had no issues following the scent trail from just a street away from Layla's villa, through the back streets of the industrial strip, past locked loading bays and rusted stairwells, until the stench of unwashed fur and cheap alcohol grew strong enough that they could almost taste it.
I stayed back at first. There was no need for me to be in the middle of the chase anymore. At one time I would have been leading the hunt, snapping at heels and eager to be the first on scene,
