Third Person POV
Mick raced along the forest, sniffing, feeling annoyed. Rosalie’s scent was so faint it was practically impossible to track it now. He was tired, hungry, and feeling enraged. She couldn’t have gotten far, but it was like he was wandering in circles. Not to mention there were very few packs close by and he doubted she would have sought shelter at the vampire pack. They tended to stay away from humans, from what he could recall, so that left that out of his search. He slumped, burying his head between his paws, and gave a huge sigh, looking up at the moon. His ears pricked up as he listened, for the sound he knew was coming, the sound of another wolf approaching, he got to his feet and turned, his eyes narrowed and his mouth tightening.
He knew he had been followed. He had
