New Beginnings

Chapter 10

Drake's P.O.V.

The first thing we notice when we get to Swindon is the mixture of smells, there are three in total. One we know all to well which belongs to Bells, I sigh in relief knowing that she really is around this area and that the hunt may be over really soon, this thought puts a new spring in my step.

We originally followed two different scents before we found hers, neither of which we know but one seems familiar for some reason. They lead us to a clearing not far from a small town.

"Okay guy's time for action. Dom I want you to search for clothes, if you can only find pants that's fine. Trey continue on the scents, if they leave town stop and return. I'm gonna check out the immediate area." I say through our mind link, they both nod their heads and take off in opposite directions. I sit down for a second and inhale the air, there was a foul stench coming from somewhere in the woods and it makes my nose wrinkle and my stomach churn, it's like something's gone off.

There's a howl from the direction that Trey had gone.

 "Drake you gotta see this dude." His voice in my head sounds disgusted so I set of immediately following his trail, the disgusting smell just getting stronger with every step I take.

 I spot Trey through the tree's just sat looking at something on the floor, padding up to it slowly I can now register what that smell is, it's the smell of a decomposing body. It's the body of a shifter and it's in human form. Although from the injuries he received it's obvious he died in a fight as a wolf, that's an interesting fact about shifters, if we die in wolf form we transform back into humans not long after. By the size of the teeth marks around his neck I can see that the wolf he came up against was of high status, an Alpha or Beta, but it’s hard to define exactly which.  The strange thing is there aren't any packs in this area so why would a wolf of high standing be around here.

"Trey smell out the area, I want to know how many wolves were here when this fight was occurring." I command, if there is a pack around here we don't want to stick around to long, that could be dangerous, there are only three of us, we couldn't fend of a whole pack. I watch as Trey makes his way around the battle scene, he's nearly finished when he pauses and retraces his steps; he sniffs one spot again and then whines.

"Drake, Bells was here." He says sounding worried and my heart sinks. "Her's and then the two wolves that would have fought are the only scents here."

"Dom get back here!" I call through the link.

"On the way, I think I have enough anyway." He replies.

Were all changed and wearing our badly fitting stolen clothes, we must look like a bunch of idiots, we have been throwing ideas back and forth for a while.

"So I think we all know that it's two guys that had the fight, Bells was here, so that could mean a fight for the female." Dom states matter of factly. "Meaning that she would have been a prize and taken with the winning male."

Trey looks across at me and quickly diverts his eyes "Dom shut up." He says, I have a feeling it's for my benefit.

"Sorry but this is just what were up against. We need to be prepared." Dom continues regardless. "Judging by the body were more than a couple of days behind, they have a pretty substantial lead against us and we don't even know in which direction they have gone. Pulling myself together I stand up.

"Well we aren't gonna get much done standing here are we? Come on." I state and start walking in the direction to the edge of the woods.

We walk in silence for a good 5 minuets, but when we break out of the trees into a small park the scene before us is basically a god send. Across the park there is a row of houses and at the front of one of those houses there is a police officer stood looking bored. But what really catches out attention is the fact that there is police tape across the front of the path leading to the house and also a pile of what looks like clothes and books and bottles of perfumes and stuff just lying there, something has happened and I’m pretty sure it's something were going to want to know about. We walk closer to the scene our footsteps almost in sync and the officer stiffens, knowing that we are coming in his direction and considering what we must look like I don’t blame him. As we get closer I tense, I recognise items in the pile, which really isn't a good sign.