~ALEX~
The panic room door stood open, the room empty, but a roar erupted when I picked up another scent alongside Elysia’s—Hartwell's.
I took off at a run, following the trail he'd left behind. The scent grew weaker as I neared the edge of the woods, rage burning in my veins with every step.
The scents grew fainter as I reached the tree line, and I paused, sniffing the air, but the trail ended there. I paced, my mind racing with the possibilities of where he could have taken her, and why.
The anger within me grew, threatening to overtake me. Need surged through me. I had to find her. I had to save her from whatever twisted plan Hartwell had in mind.
Trying to pick up their scent again, I took off into the forest, pushing my legs faster, my senses on high alert. The wind whispered th
