“WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE IS NO TRACE OF HER?!” Wyatt roared loudly at his exhausted trackers. “She didn’t vanish! I want her back now!” The pack of wolves yelped from the aura of their king. And quickly went back out searching.
Freya hopped down from the trees and wiped her forehead. “They were well trained. Not only did they hide her scent but they covered their tracks well. If I can’t find a trail there is no way they can. Wyatt!” Freya raised her voice, snapping his attention to her. “Call them off. Send them back to the pack to rest. They can’t do anything more than ruin the trail at this point.” She reached up and cupped his cheeks in her hands and stared into his grey eyes.
“This is what I used to do remember? We will find her. There is no one who can escape me. Have faith in our
