Tate
The sun was just starting to set when Tate pulled up to Kelly’s cabin; the tires crunching ominously over the gravel and dirt, a gloomy expression on his face. Rubbing his face and sighing, he checked off all the places on his list that he had checked already and went over the ones he still needed to visit if he didn’t find anything here. First, he had driven all over Nightstalker territory, hoping that maybe she had gone and hid in one of the abandoned houses or even taken refuge at the new packhouse, but he hadn’t caught any fresh scents when he had gotten out and sniffed around. Then he had braved going into Blackfur’s territory, but he hadn’t seen a thing. Nothing seemed to be out of place. He didn’t dare get out of the truck there, though. If he was caught snooping around there,
