Rex insisted that we stay hidden in the woods while he moved as close as possible to my house to inspect it; but Alexander revoked his order with a much better bet: his white hair would help him blend with the snow, and he could approach without being detected. Faced with the obvious advantage, the provisional “alpha” had to give in. I took Andre and crouched with him behind a fallen log along with Nika; Agent Aguilera stood behind a tree, watching.
The firefighters were leaving when we arrived, and Alexander thought it was wise to move in then.
Something that was already very noticeable was the obvious lack of vehicles. There were no cars left anywhere nearby: not the truck riddled with bullet holes, not the overturned one, nor the one I had sheltered in when Álvaro attacked the house.
