Chapter 21. Spiraled Out of Control

Alexander's POV

"Alpha!" One of the border patrol guards mind-linked. "We have picked up an unknown scent crossing the border."

"How many?" I asked, dropping my pen on my desk. I was working through the pack report.

"Only one, Alpha," he replied, sounding worried.

"That's odd," Ghost said. "The rogues usually attack in numbers."

"I know," I said, finding the situation confusing. "Maybe they have sent only one rogue to create a diversion."

"We need to sound the alarm and have every warrior ready to protect the pack," Ghost said, and started pacing up and down my mind, ready to rip anyone who dared cross our boundary to pieces.

"Agreed!" I growled.

In the last four years, the pack has suffered the loss of over thirty pack members due to rogue attacks; none of their bodies were recovered.

That made me believe that the rogues might have taken them hostage for some odd reason.

"Sound the alarm and get all the wo