Sitting on the fence, Kyle kept his thoughts guarded as Aiden paced in the cow pasture. In the ten years Kyle had been with this pack, he’d never seen the leader so agitated. In jeans, faded shirts and cowboy hats, ten of the most skilled hunters hovered near the fence, watching their worried leader. Aiden had gathered them together to track the missing Arianna and bring her home. But just outside the pasture, they’d lost the trail, detecting only the scent of deer piss. Even skilled Lupine hunters could lose the scent trail of a clever female. Not Kyle. He’d stayed away, gathering other evidence. And what he’d seen had deeply worried him. Aiden scowled, running a hand over his well-trimmed beard. “We need to get her mated before Tristan finds her. Or at least get her to finally have sex so she’s not afraid of how males react when she ovulates.” “Been there, tried that, got the marks to prove it,” Darius said dryly. He studied the other Lupines.
