Bailee’s POV
Baila runs through the forest, growling each time another wolfs scent tramples over Travis’ confusing her. Every second that she turns in a circle is another second that our son is out here alone.
Stopping by the boundary, she sniffs carefully, a low menacing growl leaving her throat as she links me.
‘Rogues’ she snarls angrily, that one word sending a shiver of terror through me.
‘Find him Baila’ I whisper, ‘please find him!’
My wolf nods, jumping over the edge of the territory and heading out into Rogue territory.
‘Blood’ the wolf mutters as she follows the scent, ‘lots of it.’
‘Travis?’ I whimper, ‘is it him?’
My wolf shakes her head, ‘no, it’s wolf blood but not Travis . . there is another scent, can’t figure out what it is . . but there is a lot of blood from it.’
