One Hundred Sixteen: Lana

Lana's P.O.V.

My body had begun healing as I moved naked through the forest, tracking the paw prints and mixed scents. The only hope I had that I was trailing after the right set of rogues was the faint lingering distinction of my mate's scent.

Where they had initially surrounded him, a large rock had been broken in half and left on the ground, covered in my mate's blood.

I had been able to follow it until he had healed enough for the bleeding to stop, but when his scent had been thinned by the breeze, I had resorted to tracking him by the scuffs and paw prints on the ground.

My nose twitched as another scent crossed my path and that of my mate. It was familiar, poisonous almost, and I wrinkled my nose.

"What the Hell is that stench? Just when I thought rogues couldn't get any more disgusting." Scarlett lifted her hand, covering her nose and mouth as she walked next to me. It would not take much longer before I could shift. I could