Prince Kurat
The desperation to get to Nari was increasing as we followed the tracks of Varn’s car. Lucky for us he was the only Alpha still arrogant enough to use a limo. The man really thought he was something special , no wonder his daughter acted as she did. We had been running for about five miles when the tracks seemed to turn off onto a dirt road. Slowing up I link my brothers to keep an eye and ear out for anything.
‘Something feels off Kurat.’ Ratnik says through our link. I know what he means. I could feel that there were eyes on us. As the wind shifts slightly I catch a whiff of blood, fresh blood. Looking at my brothers I know they caught it as well. Turning in the direction the tyre marks are heading but more importantly the smell of blood seems to be coming from that dir
