Stefano's POV
Three weeks had passed. Twenty-one days since Aurora disappeared into the night. And I was no closer to finding her.
I stood in my study staring at the map spread across my desk. Red marks showed every location we'd searched. Black marks showed where we'd found traces of her scent that led nowhere.
"Alpha." Marcus's voice came from the doorway.
"The northern patrol found something."
I looked up . "What?"
"Tracks. Wolf tracks heading toward Deephowl
border." He came in. "But they are old. At least two weeks."
"Show me." I grabbed my coat.
"Sir, it's nearly midnight. Perhaps we should
wait…"
"Now, Marcus." With authority.
We rode hard through the forest, six guards following behind. The moon was nearly full, bright enough to see clearly. When we reached the northern border, I jumped down from my horse before it stopped.
"Where?" I asked.
Garrett, one of the young patrol wolves, pointed
nervously. "There, Alpha. Near that fallen oak."
