Chapter 97 First Signs

• Chris
• The sleek black SUV rumbled steadily as we navigated the winding dirt roads that formed the outer perimeter of the Moonstone pack territory. I kept my eyes trained on the densely wooded areas flashing by, searching for any sign of movement, any hint of a disturbance that could lead us closer toward Olivia’s trail.
• But so far, there was nothing. No broken branches, no crushed foliage, no lingering scent trail to follow. It was like my sister had simply vanished into thin air after her daring escape from the cell beneath the Packhouse.