Ezekiel's POV
The anger that was boiling through my veins as I stormed out was enough to boil a dam over. This was all Kian's fault and no matter how many times is say this, or think about it only just fuels my anger
“Zane, can you track her scent?” I asked, as I stood outside the Pack house, confused on which direction to head.
“I'll try,” Zane muttered, and that was my cue that it's going to be difficult. We have no idea how long she's been gone, and to make things worse, the air was filled with the smell of blood and sweat, making it incredibly impossible to pinpoint her scent.
That still didn't stop Zen and I, and I shifted and gave Zane control, and we set out until the woods, in the same direction the werebears left.
We tried our best to track her, but as soon as we were miles
