Ember follows Kai’s scent. She can see the drag marks, she can see where he knelt, she can see Kai’s blood. But as Kai’s scent fades out it turns into something else, something so much more pronounced, something so delicious.
Tattered and bloody clothes lay in a strange pattern, around the tattered shoes lie two large paw prints in the dirt.
Kai?
The black wolf was Kai? The scent is Kai?
The caramel wolf takes off on the trail that the others have disappeared along. It is not far before she comes across Jaxson. If she didn’t recognize his scent she would not even know who the man in front of her was, he is mutilated beyond recognition.
Every bone in his body is nearly powder, his flesh is nearly melted into the ground, large chunks of fur mar the trunk of the tree.
Ember has never se
