#Chapter 97: First Signs

Chris The sleek black SUV rumbled steadily as we navigated the winding dirt roads that formed the outer perimeter of the Moonstone pack territory. I kept my eyes trained on the densely wooded areas flashing by, searching for any sign of movement, any hint of a disturbance that could lead us closer toward Olivia’s trail. But so far, there was nothing. No broken branches, no crushed foliage, no lingering scent trail to follow. It was like my sister had simply vanished into thin air after her daring escape from the cell beneath the Packhouse. We had been searching the surrounding woods for days now; nearly a week, even. Leonard had stuck true to his word in sending four of our best trackers out in all directions, but the search had turned up fruitless. Every morning, I hoped to wake up to news as to Olivia’s whereabouts—even the tiniest scrap of a trail—but there had been nothing. Now, as my Beta and I surveyed the pack’s border for the umpteenth time in the past w