Scent of Danger

Vance

I drive on after two dead ends at both gas stations, my frustration growing with each passing mile. The tire tracks have all but disappeared, and the relentless snowfall has erased any hope of following them.

Try as I might, I also can’t pick up Stella’s scent anywhere. I know it’s a useless effort because her wolf is dormant, but I still can’t help but try. If only her wolf were active, sh