Henry's POV
My veins pulsated the moment I entered the groove. "Found it." I muttered, my gaze transfixed on the dried blood that had already turned black.
It was just a drop of dried blood , but I can sense that it's Klara's.
"She was here last, something took her." I said as I gritted my molars.
Father won't take it lightly if I come back without Klara.
I fisted my fingers In anger.
Delta Alan squatted and observed the blood for quite a while and commented. "She isn't in the hands of a werewolf. The scent of this shifter is very strong."
"Yes, it's a lycanthrope." I muttered again after sniffing the air. I was shifting into my wolf form, but Alan stopped me.
"We need to inform the Alpha before we make a move." Delta Alan advised.
I know that Klara might not have strong feelings for me as her brother, but if I couldn't find her and bring her back to safety, then that's a shame.
