** David's POV **
We were racing through the woods, looking anywhere we thought they could have been hidden. As our mates, we should be able to catch their scent easier than others, but the tracker was right something strange was going on here.
We looked like chickens with their heads cut off, scrambling. Unless something happened, we were never going to find them this way. I could feel the rage that had been building slowly start to shift to despair. Not again; how could I have let this happen again? I let out a sorrowful howl that I knew would be heard for miles.
"Listen," Erick began; we're all exhausted. We need to stop and collect ourselves. I am not suggesting we leave the area, but let's eat and try to rest a bit. If the wind changes or we get a sign of their trail, we will drop everything and go."
