Fifty

Ryker

Pain rippled down my spine as I transformed mid-stride, but it was forgotten as soon as the pinprick registered. My wolf’s keen eyes took in the dim tunnels as we ran onward, and I had to admit his vision was much clearer than mine was in my human form.

On the other hand, I was having a difficult time discerning which direction Holden had disappeared with his scent seemingly surrounding me at every turn.

Sight and smell were two of the biggest senses I normally relied on when tracking prey, but both were limited down here to my chagrin.

Magnus’ and Holden’s scent trails were down every dark corridor I took, taunting me from every turn. I was forced to slow when I lost the elder again, but it did give me the opportunity to identify the subtle differences within the lingering scents.

It didn’t take me long to narrow the options down to only two possible paths of egress he might have taken once I was focused, though I conce