Zane’s pov;
I found the first mark carved into the bark almost by accident, or maybe because part of me had been searching for it long before my eyes registered it.
It was subtle, almost invisible unless you knew exactly what to look for.
It was her sign, exactly as I’d taught her.
Relief coursed through me. I pressed my palm against the mark to keep myself steady.
She was warning me. She had found Adrian and couldn’t blow that whistle, whether because of pride she hasn’t seen the chance to, I had no idea.
I tilted my head to catch her scent in the shifting breeze. It was faint and I could perceive his own too.
She had been with him and pretended to trust him.
I forced myself to breathe and keep moving. Running blindly would only risk crashing straight into whatever trap he might’v
