Marco’s POV
“What is it?” I asked, a faint glimmer of hope softening my tone as we neared each other.
“There’s a direction where we noticed footprints,” the warrior said. “But they didn’t quite lead to a definite place.”
“Didn't it lead to a definite place?” I echoed, my brows furrowing. “What do you mean by that?”
“I believe ‘didn’t lead to a definite direction’ is more appropriate,” he corrected.
“The prints were scattered—disorganized. The ones visible seemed deliberately planned that way. When we observed the patterns closely, they were half-hazard and random, as if someone was trying to throw us off our mark.”
“So there’s a possibility the rogues are involved in this,” I said.
“Yes, Alpha Marco. But we can’t say for certain that the confusion was meant to disorient us. It migh
