SERAPHINA
I slam my fist on the map hard enough to make my scouts jump.
"Three weeks." My voice cuts through the tent like ice. "Three weeks we've been hunting one pathetic omega and she keeps slipping away."
My elite tracking unit stands around the table. Six of the best warriors my father's pack can provide. All watching me with carefully blank expressions.
They think I'm obsessed. They're right.
But not for the reasons they assume.
"The scent trail leads here." I stab my finger at the map. Right into the black section marking forbidden territory. "The Dead Lands."
Silence. Heavy. Uncomfortable.
My second in command Marcus clears his throat. "Alpha Theron gave strict orders not to enter Blackthorn's territory. It's protected by Council decree."
"Protected." I laugh. Sharp. Bitter. "You mean they're too scared to go after him themselves so they pretend it's protection."
