086 | FRUITLESS

Enzo’s POV

“He’s got us chasing our tails, Alpha.” Marla leant across the table, eyebrows raised, and flicked me with the end of her ponytail. I jerked up and frowned at her. “This has to stop.”

I leant back in my chair, my brow still furrowed, until the front legs came up off the floor. We were in the meeting room downstairs, regrouping after yet another failed search party. Davin had sent scouts with another update – Bennett was travelling through Wales, a part of the world that had no connection to the Wolven Realms whatsoever. We’d expected him to go to Australia, Russia, or Argentina – not the United Kingdom. He’d spent a week in Scotland, a week in England, and was now tracking some old, long-forgotten legend through the Welsh valleys.

I’d kept searching closer to home, aware that Bennett could be leading us away from Scarlett’s real location. Our search parties were spreading further and wider across the Canadian Realm, dipping down towards America. If one of the Chosen had her