Chapter 97 - Missing mate

The dense forest enveloped Dylan in a cloak of shadows as he moved stealthily through the underbrush, his senses attuned to the slightest rustle of leaves and the faintest hint of scent in the air. He crouched behind a thick cluster of bushes, his muscles coiled like springs as he waited for any sign of movement.

The scent of blood lingered in the air, a metallic tang that set Dylan's teeth on edge as he focused on tracking its source. His nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply, filtering through the myriad of scents in search of the distinct trail left behind by the assailants.

With painstaking precision, Dylan followed the trail of blood through the forest, his movements fluid and silent as he moved like a ghost among the trees. Every step brought him closer to his quarry, his determination burning bright in the depths of his amber eyes.