Malrick’s POVI summoned the guards and we all went out in search of Sage. The fabric was torn, muddied, half-buried beneath a bed of leaves. But I’d know that scent anywhere.“Sage,” I muttered.The guards behind me caught the scent too. Joran shifted closer, sniffing the air. “It’s fresh. Hours old, maybe.”I crouched, my fingers brushed the darkened cloak. It was soaked—part blood, part mud. But what caught me was the claw marks—deep, violent tears across the chest. He was injured. Badly.“Fan out,” I ordered, rising. “Stay in your wolf forms. Follow the blood. He’s close.”We shifted almost in unison, the crack of bones and stretch of limbs swallowed by the night. My wolf surged beneath my skin, hungry for the scent. Betrayal stung like acid in my gut. Sage, my Alpha, my friend once. But that creature he’d become? It wasn’t him anymore. He needed to be stopped.We moved in silence through the trees, the scent trail sharp now. Blood. Sweat. Burnt flesh.“He’s slowing,” Laren’s vo
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