(Alaric's POV)
I dashed inside the woodland, my heart racing a mile a minute. Myra's overwhelming scent coming from the forest, a girl's agonizingly painful scream was making my heart palpitate achingly. I was feeling anxious but don't know the reason behind it.
I brushed that feeling off thinking it was Alex and not me, 'Like how can it be me. I didn't even like her.' But the thought of happening something unspeakable to heart was tearing my wolf apart.
The cab driver's pleading words remained in my head. If that middle-aged human's condition was so severe, then what about Myra. The people who were after her what were they chasing her for. It was definitely not a coincidence. I could tell that, it was planned.
The smell of foreign werewolves was mingled with Myra's annoyingly soothing scent which made my eyes turn darker, 'I need to find her.' Alex too was getting antsy inside me, ready to jump any minute.
