Kane POV:
The patrols had brought me to the tracks—a wolf's paw prints pressed into the dirt near the border of the forest. My chest tightened as I stared down at them.
It could only mean two things: either Elena had shifted and crossed out of my pack's borders, or a rogue had managed to slip in and out undetected.
Neither option felt like anything less than a stab to the heart.
If it was Elena, it meant she'd gone farther than I ever thought possible, right into danger, where rogues or worse could harm her. If it was a rogue...then who's to say she hadn't already encountered one?
But if I had to choose between the two, I found myself desperately hoping it was a rogue. That would mean she hadn't gotten far, that she wasn't entirely lost to me yet.