ROLAND LED NAFARIUS back to the campsite. His alpha's anger at learning about the human had been satisfyingly swift. Cold fury had swept down the pack bond, causing a ripple of unease among the pack. "Show me," Nafarius ordered quietly. Following his beta, Nafarius fought the urge to shift. His wolf was restless, ready to hunt down and kill the trespasser. But he needed the relative calm that came with being in his human form. They reached the campsite, finding it empty and the woman gone. "She couldn't have gone far." Nafarius circled the tent, scanned the area surrounding the lake. "Find her," he ordered and watched his beta slip off into the trees. Roland tracked the woman north, her scent marking a clear path through the forest. Fucking foreigner, he thought, the stink of the city desecrating the pack's hunting ground. Hunting her down was exactly what he should be doing. Not this search and observe bullshit. Roland stepped off the scent, stopped. Turning, he lifted his nose to the wind.
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