CHAPTER NINETY-FIVE

Andrew subtly sniffed the air as they treaded carefully within the woods. They'd been hunting for about an hour, with no tracks or signs of the rogue. Andrew was certain that it was still within the woods and his wolf grumbled within, wanting to stash Emily somewhere safe and go in full pursuit of it. It itched to rip it apart and howl out into the night.

Despite this, Andrew was relieved that they hadn't come across it. It meant that he was leading them in the right direction, which was away from the rogue and towards the coven village as he had planned to. Yet he was still on high alert, because the rogue may have caught a whiff of their scent and decided to come after them.

Beside him, Emily was unusually quiet. She followed his lead obediently, but he could feel her agitation rising as minutes went by.

Confident that the coast was clear, he nudged her.

Emily grunted,

"Ready for a quick snack?" He asked.

Emily shrugged, pausing for a second.

"That's not a good idea, it may lead