Exile(4)

Wyatt's POV

No, that's not the case. I glanced at Wallace and my beta, Mateo, and it dawned on me that we were likely being deceived.

"Wallace, I believe we've fallen into a trap," I asserted.

Curious, Mateo inquired, "Alpha, what do you mean?"

"We've been chasing after them since yesterday, yet they always manage to elude us. They're highly trained, meticulously selecting their escape routes, and consistently staying one step ahead of us. It's evident they have the capability to outrun us, but they deliberately hold back. It's as if they..." I trailed off.

"It's as if they were intentionally diverting our attention," Wallace chimed in.

I nodded, relieved that Wallace had also noticed it.

"I propose we return to the forest immediately. Our pack might be in danger," I suggested.

Wallace agreed, and without wasting any time, we hurried back with our comrades. Throughout the journey, we pressed on without rest, my heart burdened with unease and uncertainty.