Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 328 Ava: Scouting Parties

Vester and Vanessa pore over a map unfurled on my dining table. Our ward stone of silence has gotten a lot of good use here, keeping everything private.

"This is the city they went to, right?" Vanessa asks, tapping her finger against the thick parchment.

"Yes. It's not as large as this one," and Vester taps at a city sixty miles away, "but it's a little farther, to throw off anyone searching for us."

The healer nods thoughtfully. "There are three main interstate highways branching off here, so it's a good choice. It's likely that the others went down this highway. It'll add another hour to their drive back, but should throw off anyone in pursuit, as well. If we send some scouts this way, they might be able to pick them up."

"My thought as well," her mate agrees. "But we will have to emphasize stealth. If there are groups searching for supernaturals, they would be able to pick up their scent."

Awkwardly, I lean forward to interrupt their conversation. "What about scent blockers? Can't we use those?"

"We can," Vanessa says with a wry smile. "But we don't have many, and have no way to replenish our stock. It is better to conserve those for emergencies."

"So, our scouts are also possibly leading any intruders straight to us?"

Vester's eyes meet mine, a hint of amusement dancing in their depths. "Of course not."

His words are reassuring, but a flicker of embarrassment flushes my cheeks. I never once questioned scouts in pack lands. They've been around all my life. Now that I'm here and worried about my people, I realize how little I understand.

There's so much to learn.

But there's too much at stake for me to wallow in self-doubt.

trained," Vester continues, his voice taking on a patient, instructional tone. "They don't simply run straight lines from point A to point B. They employ a

about. "False starts, backtracking, twisting

to their advantage—streams, rocky outcroppings, dense foliage. Anything that can disrupt or mask their scent. In pack lands, our scent is everywhere, in a wide radius. It's impossible to track down the den by

inch of miles upon miles to find the heart of the pack, even if you knew we were in the general

up, creating multiple false trails before reconvening at a predetermined location. It's a constant

an area in order to find us. And this town isn't even on any map. It's just a private

of sense. "And we're branching out. So, that makes

will work in anti-reconnaissance in order to confuse any potential pursuers. In the worst case scenario, when someone catches their scent, they will have to throw them farther off the trail in different directions. At that point, we cannot have a relay in order to remain in touch with our wolves. They'll be on their own out

picture it in my mind—wolves darting through the wilderness, weaving an invisible tapestry of misdirection. It's both

slow them down?" I ask, genuinely curious. "All that extra

nods, acknowledging my point. "It does. But the trade-off in security is worth it. Better to arrive a bit later than to lead enemies straight to

a scout?" I ask, my mind already racing with possibilities. Could I learn these techniques? Would it help me protect the pack

expression thoughtful. "It varies. Some wolves have a natural aptitude for it, while others take longer to master the intricacies. But

not feasible

"You learn quicker than you think. And you bring

of my inexperience is still frustrating. Glancing at Grimoire, who's once again in his book form, I wish

that's what our

in his head, not mine. He just relays it to me.

on some of your magic training later. I'll show you how much help I

mental scoff is

warns her. I'm the most

not