Chapter 22: Tracking

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Scott's POV

Slowly the dark turns into light. Too bright light. My head is pounding and something doesn't feel right. Where am I?

I quickly sit up. Wrong idea. My head spins and I can't think. I lay back down. Kevin's face is in my line of sight now. His eyes are worried, I can see that he is trying to say something but I can't hear him over the ringing in my ears.

I feel like I am in a dream. I can't feel my body, I can't move anymore. I just close my eyes again, I'm not ready to face the world yet.

The next time I wake up, I can hear. And feel. I wish I couldn't though. Everything hurts. What the hell happened?

"What happened?" I ask out loud. My voice sounds weird and raspy.

"We don't know Scott. You send us a mind link and then you just went away. We thought you put your barriers up but then we found you here. Unconscious." Kevin answers me.

Then everything dawns on me. Rogues. They attacked us. Mitch! I look around frantically, hoping to see my beautiful boy. I quickly stand up, not caring about my pounding head or the worried voices of my pack members.

"MITCH!" I yell. I walk the entire open piece of the forest. He has to be here! He has to. He can't be gone.

"He isn't here Scott." Kevin says. His eyes are worried.

"He has to be." I am still looking around frantically. Maybe he is scared and hiding somewhere in the woods?

"Scott, tell us what happened!" Kevin grabs my arm, preventing me from walking away. He takes my face in his hands. Tilting it his way. My eyes finally focus on his calm brown ones.

I try to calm myself down before telling him what happened, "there- there were some rogues and they knew Mitch and then they attacked us!" I rush out.

Kevin still looks confused, "what do you mean 'they knew Mitch?" His eyebrows are furrowed.

"Mitch was taken by the rogues who killed his pack and then kidnapped him  for 2 years. They came back and took him again!" I cry out. He's gone. Mitch is gone. Taken by the same people who abused him and killed his family. "We have to find him, Kev!" I put my hands on his shoulders, shaking him.

"We will, Scott." Kevin tries to calm me. "Trackers are on their way now." Trackers! Why hadn't I thought of that! Mitch is my mate, I'm supposed to find his smell better than anyone else. I can't smell anything now though.

I immediately release Kevin and sniff the air. I don't smell anything. I walk to the edge of the clearing.

I pick up a scent. The hairs on my back and neck standing up straight. Goose bumps rise on my skin. I know this scent from everywhere. It's one of the worst smells on earth. Wolfsbane.

They really went to extreme measures to hide their scent. And it looks like it worked too.

I don't know what to do. They took Mitch. My Mitch. He should be safe in my arms. But instead he is taken by people who will hurt him. I have to get him back I just have to. I just don't know how.

"Scott, the trackers arrived. Just put your trust in them. They are the best in the country." That is true, we have the best trackers in the country.

I pay close attention to the trackers. At first they just sniff the air and walk around sniffing in more places. After a nerve wrecking hour of doing that they conclude that they really can't smell anything. Great, I could have told them that an hour ago.

"Alpha, we can't smell anything but they can't hide their tracks. Like footsteps and broken twigs and stuff like that. It will be hard and a long process but we think with us three that we should be able to find him." The head tracker RJ says. He is a decent man and very trustworthy.

"Okay, lead the way." I say eagerly. The faster I can get Mitch, the better.

While they are tracking Kevin comes to walk next to me. "So do you know why they took Mitch?" Kevin asks.

"Uhmm.. I think he said something about retrieving what was his or something like that." He is a sick bastard. He is crazy if he thinks Mitch is his. Mitch is mine and no one else's. Only mine. And I will do everything I can to get him back.

"I'm afraid what people like him will do to Mitch. I hope we're not too late." Kevin mutters. I don't know if I was supposed to hear him but this does not make anything better. Isn't he supposed to comfort me?

"Thanks for the comforting words Kev." I say dryly.

He looks at me weirdly, "I never thought you were the type for empty promises and comfort words." His eyes are studying me. He's right. I'm not. I just don't want to hear the truth right now.

"Alpha we might have a good trace!" RJ screams. Finally some good news.

Sorry for this short chap

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