Chapter 106 The Death Of Conan

• The Alpha lay unconscious; I had never seen him in that position, so wounded and weakened. Was the scent of his beast not reaching me? Had the monster abandoned him?
• My heart pounded intensely in my chest, Conan. Had someone protected him? Where was he? I needed to go back and find him. I couldn't sense him in the pack; I couldn't catch his scent. Everything reeked of blood, decay, and despair. My she-wolf sent me warning signals; her restlessness consumed my emotions!
• I transformed into a wolf, glancing at the resting Lycan. I was ready to leave when a roar caught me off guard.