My legs give in, and I fall to my knees. I bury my head in my hands, sobbing. Somebody runs towards me and covers me with a blanket, but I do not move. I just cry. I cannot control it. Sobs rip through me and my entire body is shaking as whaling sounds tear through me.
“Alexandra,” I recognize Maya’s soft voice as she kneels next to me and rubs my back. “We have to go.”
“No!” I scream and cry harder. There is nowhere to go. Logan is not there. He is here somewhere with Moira.
“I need to find him,” I sob. “His scent is still strong here. We must find him.”
“You and you,” Maya orders over her shoulder, not leaving my side. “Track the scent.”
Through my sorrowful sobbing, I can hear the warriors jump into action.
“I can’t stop shaking and crying, Maya,” I whisper to her.
“I know, I fel
