Calden "Is this it, Alpha?" Dante's voice is barely a whisper over the steady roar of the downpour, but it cuts through me like a physical blade.I don't answer him. I can't. My boots sink deeper into the thick, freezing mud at the very edge of our pack boundary, but I don't feel the cold. I don't feel the rain heavy on my shoulders, plastering my hair to my forehead, or the way the wind is violently whipping through the dark trees of the neutral territory right in front of us. All I can do is stare into the pitch-black empty forest ahead.There is nothing."Alpha Calden," Alvin says, stepping up beside me, his hand coming down heavily on my shoulder. His grip is tight, trembling slightly. "The tracks. They just... stop.""They don't just stop," I growl, my voice sounding raw and completely foreign to my own ears. I shake his hand off, throwing myself forward onto my knees in the mud. I crawl a few inches, my hands scraping against sharp rocks and wet pine needles as I desperately se
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