Then, at the last possible second, the scout seemed to find an extra burst of speed. He surged forward, hurtling between two towering oak trees and vanishing into the cover of the forest beyond.
“Dammit!” I slammed my palms against the rough bark of the nearest trunk, powerless to do anything but watch as the last traces of his retreat faded into silence. “Damn it all—”
I stopped myself before I could finish, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. A true Alpha would never lose control like this. I had to remind myself of that constantly these days, ever since the effects of Mila’s poison had wormed their way into my brain.
It had been minor, sure-but enough to amplify the sensation of my primal anger. I was determined to get it under control.
Slowly, I exhaled and turned to face Matt, who was bent over with his hands on his knees, panting heavily. Daphne flitted down from a branch behind him, shifting gracefully into her human form. She remained silent as she stood there, her red hair catching the light of the setting sun.
“Enzo,” Matt began, “if we hurry, we could try to cut him off at the ”
“Let him go,” I said, my voice surprisingly calm despite the adrenaline still coursing through my veins. “We’ll track them all down eventually.”
Matt straightened up, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow as he caught his breath. He exchanged a brief glance with Daphne, but then nodded, seemingly unsurprised by my decision to call off the pursuit.
We had been at this game of cat-and-mouse with the Schreibers for weeks now, and it was starting to take its toll.
Without another word, the three of us turned and began the long trek back to where we had left the car-where Luke was waiting. The silence between us was comfortable, but even then, my mind raced with thoughts of our next move.
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