My blood ran cold when I realized Alpha Walker had gone, and I hurriedly finished pulling on my dress and paced over to the edge of the clearing to look for him.
I could still smell him - the heady scent of his fresh sweat was mingling with my own - but that was making it impossible to figure out where he had gone and when I took another step into the trees, I found the earthy scents of the forest were masking his trail completely.
I didn't call out to him, but the gentle mist around my ankles was not becoming any thicker and I suspected that meant I was heading in the right direction, so I moved tentatively through the delicate, vivid carpet of bluebells, moss, and violets.
"I'm sorry," I eventually apologized, quietly, but he didn't step out from the trees and I guessed that meant he
