Sam and Jack were still at least a mile from the log house that served as the pack's outpost when they scented Graeme. It was the unmistakable scent of the Alpha male that they were all familiar with.
Sam picked up speed, racing ahead now that his nose had finally caught the scent trail it had been seeking. Graeme was here all right, but his scent was strangely… peaceful. There was no level of fear or anger that could be detected, which actually worried Sam more. Was he under the vampire's control? That thought caused a host of all kinds of horrifying, dystopian scenarios to erupt into Sam's mind. Their Alpha under a vampire's control would be the end of them all. Was Graeme simply unconscious?
