Book 5: The End of the Red Wolves

Alexandrios’s POV 

It had been almost two unsuccessful days on the roads. We had hunted for Cerelia everywhere, even at her native village of Silver Trails. Yet there was no sign of her. Apart from her scent, there was no clue. 

I was physically exhausted, yet I pushed myself with renewed energy. I had to find her. 

“Shit! I think there’s been an accident on the highway. Look at that flatbed truck. It’s blocking the way. The cops have cordoned the area off,” said Alpha Alexios, taking a roundabout way to avoid the stretch. 

We crossed the area after five minutes. Even from the dirt road across the highway, we could see the blood-soaked corpse of the trucker. “He’s been shot. It’s murder.” 

“Yes. I wonder who murdered him! We can’t get near or the cops would suspect us,” said Alpha Alexios. 

“I can get the stench of the Red Wolves here, Alpha. Do you think they have a hand in this?” asked Alpha Datsyuk