He stuck his nose in the air to sniff where the traces were coming from. It came from the coconut trees.
If his mate had been hurt, he would have felt it, implying that whoever or whatever it was didn't come to harm Eleanor.
Maybe to see him or hurt him instead.
He moved toward the location, and the scent dissipated farther as he walked. As a result, he kept walking. And walking.
He could smell werewolf fur and knew the invader was a wolf. He didn't feel compelled to change, however.
Suddenly, a figure ran from one of the trees in front of him and attempted to flee. Alan, on the other hand, had longer legs, and after a few paces, he had caught up with the intruder, and the figure was writhing to break free of his grip.
While the figure continued to move, she grabbed his beard and yanked it as hard as she could, and Alan felt some fall off his chin.
He shouted as he felt the stinging agony it had left.
