Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers novel Chapter 81

Chapter 81: It Is His Blood

(Author’s POV)

Alaric was fast and furious with his driving skills as Alex was busy tracking down Brave’s scent. After a good ten minutes’ of drive from the pack house, he smelt Brave’s scent. Alaric stopped his car instantly and got out of it at once but there was no sign of Brave or any other being, whatsoever.

It was in the middle of nowhere, vast forest was covering the dead asphalt filled road from both sides. But Brave’s scent was coming from somewhere near, Alex was sure of it. The air was filled with his odor despite there was no one in sight. And it was so intense and overwhelming, that his hands shivered. He remembered the incident from the mountain top when Brave tried to commit suicide. The lifeless face of Brave appeared in front of him, making Alaric restless.

Alaric started searching relentlessly for any clues that were hidden and simultaneously he was trying to connect the mind link to reach Brave, "Brave Everests, do you hear me? Answer me, got damnit. Tell me, where are you? Arrghhhhhh, Fuck. Answer me right now. Don’t do anything rash, brother" he growled in annoyance, his eyes turned bloodshot. The veins on his forehead wiggled.

Suddenly his eyes started glowing when he saw a nearby tree trunk. The bark of the elm tree had a hand print of someone, a hand print which was printed with blood, at that. It was the only hint that didn’t wash away because the widely spread stems and leaves were shielding it from the rain.

The sight of Brave’s bloodied hand impression chilled Alaric’s senses, ’It is his blood. Brave is in danger. Alex, detect and find his whereabouts before anything drastic happens to him.’ Alaric was petrified but he had to find his twin brother as soon as possible.

Due to the torrential and persistent rainfall, any other trace of Brave’s blood was washed out from the road and dissolved into the mud on the roadside. And surprisingly the car he was driving was nowhere to be seen, not even the glass shards were visible that fall off when Brave broke the windowsill of his car to escape.

Alaric started marching inside the dark and dense forest, trying to get any lead on Brave’s whereabouts. He went deeper and deeper and the metallic smell of someone’s blood was mixed with the rain droplets that were consistently pouring down. Alex perked up, ’It is Brave’s blood odor, I am sure of it. He is inside the forest but he is not the only one. I sense someone else as well.’

Listening to Alex’s words, Alaric balled his hands tightly in a fist as tiny drops of water rested on his knuckles and then fell from it. The scar on his palm ached; burning like his hand was holding a live charcoal.

He sucked air through his teeth, gasping for more oxygen. He was overshadowed by the feeling of foreboding that something was wrong with Brave. Alex started to take control as Alaric’s hands were shifting into paws and his nails grew sharp and long, digging deeper into the place where the scar was. It cut the flesh where the scar was and blood seeped from the wound and dropped to the wet and muddy surface beneath him.

"Aaaawwwoooooooooo", Alex howled like a wild beast, unrestrained. His nose was flaring and his teeth grew knifelike. But he had to maintain his composure, right now was not the time to run on a rampage, he knew it very well. There were others inside the forest; it was a friend or a foe, he did not know. So he had to be careful.

’Stay calm, stay calm. We have to find Brave, Alex. Calm down. For Brave’s safety, handle yourself’, Alaric kept on repeating these words, trying to keep his sanity and his wolf in check. If Alex was run lose somehow, it would alert the other party and that could disrupt Alaric’s search for Brave. They might even try to harm his brother. Brave was strong but right now he was more or less wolf less which made him vulnerable and plus he was injured.

Alaric followed and trailed to the path forward in desperation and after a long walk he finally found another clue, a white piece of clothing covered in blood. He ran towards it in a flash and took a good whiff of it, his jaw clenched as he gritted his teeth; his hand gripped the torn white cloth securely. Like a maniac, he started sprinting inside the forest. Apart from Brave, several other scents were mixed in the air making Alaric vary of the situation.

While he ran, his hair and clothes that were wet and sticking to his birth suit, drops of rain kept falling from them. The sleeves of his black shirt were rolled up, the veins on his arms bulged as he dashed forward. The cargo pants were cohering to his well-toned legs. The forest was muddy and murky; as he dug on the boggy and squashy land underneath his feet.

As Alaric got closer and closer, he could hear grunting sound from somewhere. It was filled with pain and agony. He galloped to find the source and started marching towards the way the sound was coming from.

But, the sudden rustling of leaves from the other side of the woods made Alaric halt his steps midway. He narrowed his eyes, ’someone other than Brave is in this forest and it is not one but many. Stay on alert. They know we are also here’ Alaric warned Alex. With hasty steps and darkened eyes, he went to the direction where the rustling sound came from.

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