Reading Trail Novels & Stories

I ask "No, human."He replies. I nod my head and gesture for him to continue. "The trail ends at the highway. I sent elena to keep on tracking. if anyone can pick up the trail, it's her." I nod in approval. Elena is our best tracker. I have total faith in her ability to find literally anything. Luke leans in close to me

If it’s possible for the human to appear alive and he can report that they’re innocent in his abduction. That’s what would happen in a perfect world, but of course, this isn’t a perfect world. At some point, the weather turned, and a light rain started. Of course, the humans started to curse. They assumed the scent trail would magically be gone with the first drops of water. Like some curse, fell for the sky to thwart us. Thankfully, one of my rangers who stood in his flesh had the patience to explain that that wasn’t how scent trails worked. A light rain wouldn’t destroy the trail for an experienced tracker. A heavy rain might slow one down, but it would take massive flooding or some such d

They went to tasty chicken stands as they got to Ordana, to please Trisi just get a chicken from this stand, she can't resist the aroma. Has Ro'Sau was trying to find a place to park his car well at the tasty chicken stands, Heena saw a man coming out through the exit, his back view wanted to look like the same man she saw at her mother's office.

“It’s been here before. Came back after we left.” Kaela’s pulse jumped. That meant it saw them. Knew where they were. It was watching them yesterday. “Why the hell would it come back?” Kaela muttered. “Curious. Or territorial. Or maybe it’s not done yet.” Kaela swallowed the bitter taste rising in her throat. “Great.” They followed the trail for nearly another mile, cutting through thick brush and over half-frozen creeks. Whatever left the tracks moved wrong. Not in a straight line. The prints zigged and veered like it didn’t know what a path was—or didn’t care.

Travis wasn't willing to lump the disappearances up in Bliss' kidnapping yet, but it was worth looking into. "Their truck was found here." Matt turned the screen back to them. "That's not that far," Ethan muttered. "What's this?" Travis pointed to an odd dot on the screen. "That's the Bayview Trailhead," Matt replied. "Are there ATV trails?" Travis' stomach knotted. "Yeah, some go all the way out to Cascade Lake." Holy shit. Of course. Lake Tahoe was a major pull. But the smaller lake off to the south end? Miles of forest and seclusion?

I ordered, already moving. The trail wound through the trees, the footprints growing fainter with each step. Then, suddenly, they stopped. “Tire tracks,” Peter said, pointing to the fresh indentations in the dirt. I crouched, running my fingers along the grooves. They were deep, heavy. A truck, maybe. Or an SUV. “They were smart,” I muttered. “Covered their tracks well.” Pete looked at me nervously. “What do we do now, Alpha?”

Unless they needed to find it. And I did. God, I needed to find him. My steps slowed, ears tuned to every crunch of frost, every whisper of leaves. The trail was fragile—fractured. He’d been moved. Repeatedly. Someone knew how to hide him. Someone trained. But even professionals got careless when they moved too much. And this one had gotten very fucking careless. I knelt, pressed two fingers to the earth. It was still damp. A tire mark. Light, narrow. Not a pack vehicle. Civilian. Maybe military. No license trail, no emissions I could track. But still—something.

Should have trusted him. Should have waited. But I couldn't. I followed. --- The trail was marked with lilies. Yellow ones. Tied to branches. Laid on rocks. Floating in puddles. Martha's trail. Martha's plea. I walked for what felt like hours. The sun rose. The birds sang. The babies kicked — phantom kicks, memories of movement, reminders of what I was fighting for. And then I saw it. A door. In the side of a hill.

"Her scent leads that way mixed with the male from the couch. They were in a vehicle together." We got into Cain's truck and followed the scent trail through the city. It was faint because they'd been in a car but we could still track it through the exhaust and the traces left when they'd stopped at intersections. Cain drove while Jax and I hung out the windows like dogs trying to catch every molecule of her scent. The trail led north out of the city toward the state forest. The same direction we'd tracked her last night before losing the trail completely. But now we had a starting point and a fresher scent to follow.

"If she is not helping Elena escape, she is either complicit or prisoner herself." "Then we find her too." I turned to face the group we had brought. Ten of our best fighters, all of them looking to us for direction. "We split up. Follow every trail. Map where they lead. Look for any sign of which direction they actually went." "That could take days," Rafe said. "Then we take days. We do not stop until we find something useful." We worked through the morning in systematic patterns. Each trail was followed to its end. Mapped. Analyzed for patterns. Most ended at water or stone where tracks disappeared. Two doubled back and merged with other trails. One led to a road where vehicle tracks indic