Before they departed, he had opened a one-time portal to the location where they had last encountered the Tigren Clan. That single act saved them precious time.
Addison's group immediately began tracking from there.
At first, they found almost nothing.
It was as though someone had deliberately erased the trail.
Broken branches had been cleared away. Footprints had been covered. The ground along the path had been disturbed and smoothed over, wiping away any obvious signs that a large group of Tigrens had passed through.
Whoever had done it knew exactly what they were doing.
But the farther they went, the more traces they began to uncover.
A snapped branch here.
A patch of soft earth there, still bearing the faint impression of massive paws.
Then there were the scents — faint, muddied, and scattered by the wind, but still lingering in the air. They contained the scent of sweat, strands of fur, and even blood.
Rogue scent, too, which was the strongest.
