Chapter 387: Vanishing Trails
The Same Time At The Testing Grounds
The forest had begun to feel wrong.
Not hostile exactly — not yet — but strained, like a held breath that refused to release. The canopy above filtered the fading light into fractured ribbons that slid across moss-covered trunks and twisted roots. Shadows stretched too long, too thin, as if they were listening.
Ethan felt it in the way his wolf paced, restless and agitated. Joren felt it too. Gale kept circling back on himself, nose pressed low to the ground, tail flicking sharply with irritation.
They had been tracking for a while now, and they had still gotten nothing.
Gale stopped abruptly near a cluster of flattened ferns and damp soil. His nostrils flared as he dragged in another deep breath. Again. Slower this time. Then he lifted his head, ears pricking — not in alert, but confusion.
