Hunters pov
Staring out the car window, I watch the familiar sight of the trees, leading up to the big black iron gates entering my territory.
The journey home was quiet, Dom offered to drive back clearly sensing my anger. Each place we went to today was empty, with nothing left behind at all, like they knew we were coming, every inch had been cleaned.
Despite the various scents of rogues, there was nothing that I could use to track them, I couldn't even track their scents, each building their scent was in I followed it about a hundred yards then suddenly nothing, one thing I did notice was there was no scent of my mother being anywhere in any building, I know she must be still alive, I heard her on the phone but apart of me was still unsure, what if it is all a joke, someone trying to
