Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted novel Chapter 427

LUCAS

For Ryder's scent to be so crisp, he should be in range for a pack link.

And yet there's nothing when I try.

More evidence it's a trap.

We follow the original trail. There's always a chance I'm wrong, and it's really Ryder. If it is, though, he's in a better situation than Jericho to survive.

Choices. It always comes down to choosing. The hardest part of leadership.

My pack falls into line without question as we continue our pursuit of the attackers.

The original trail weaves between snow-covered pines. The tracks continue to lessen, until it seems as if only one of them remains, but each step is heavy in the snow. Jericho's drag marks persist, but at intervals, as if he's carried at some times and pulled along at others.

But then, after another mile of tracking, it all stops.

Vester circles the area where the trail ends, agitation swishing his tail. There's nothing. Not even a lingering scent.

The growl that vibrates my chest comes from Aurum; my brain's too busy processing what we're seeing. Check the perimeter. Twenty-yard radius.

My wolves spread out, methodically searching every inch. They examine trees, rocks, anything that could hide a clue. The sound of their movements only emphasizes the unnatural silence that's fallen in this part of the world.

But there's nothing.

We widen the perimeter, but stick together. Fifty yards.

Then seventy-five.

One hundred.

Still nothing.

First the empty camp, then the bodies, now this. Every lead dissolves like smoke the moment we get close, as if they're playing with us.

They must have teleported. But why wait until now? They should have done it from the start.

Vester's question is a valid one as we trot back to the end point of the trail.

Magic has rules, just like anything else. There must be limitations to their skill. Energy cost. Distance. Number of people they can transport. Sister Miriam was able to appear over large distances, but from what we have learned, she is an old vampire with unique skills.

So they had to wait until they reached a specific point? one of my scouts asks. Or maybe until they recovered enough power?

Or both. There could be other limitations. Thinking of how their numbers seemed to shrink, and how we assumed it was from them covering their tracks more wisely, I add, They started it a while ago. This was just the last of them.

They waited to transport Jericho until the end. Why? That seems strange, if he was one of their targets.

More questions. Always more questions without answers; I'm convinced these damn bloodsuckers are trying to drive us mad.

There's always Ryder's trail, Vester points out privately, not broadcasting the option to the other wolves.

We should follow Ryder's trail.

Aurum's certainty pulses through our bond.

It's a trap.

Of course it's a trap. Aurum's mental voice carries a hint of amusement. But traps work both ways.

Our enemies want to split our forces—which means they're counting on us doing exactly that. They expected me to choose between Jericho and Ryder. At least, that's the theory.

And if we're wrong?

But Aurum just radiates with readiness, bloodthirsty for battle.

And I am, too.

Alpha? Vester's question hangs in the air.

Broadcasting to all of them, I announce, We backtrack. It's time to follow Ryder's trail.

Vester's ears perk forward. You're sure?

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