Dixon could affirm that his brother was not wrong. As much as the other wolf said his mate wasn't there and her scent had faded to just a soft fragrance as a symbol that she was once there, he was a wolf with an instinct developed enough for it to tell him that she wasn't gone.

Clara was in that house. Somewhere. I didn't know which one, but I was going to find it.

His golden orbs fixed on Alester who seemed uncomfortable with the presence of the two wolves inside his house, the smell of their