The Luna and her Quadruplet Pups by Jane Above Story

Chapter 103

3rd Person

In the end it was a good thing that Jane collapsed into Ethan’s arms, because if he hadn’t been occupied with comforting her, he probably would have killed the investigator. “Where did they go? Where would she take them?” He demanded, his harsh voice as far a cry from his tender treatment of Jane as possible. He rubbed her back and k!ssed her hair, all the while snarling threats and demands at the pale-faced man behind them.

“I don’t know!” The former detective exclaimed in a panic. “I swear they were here when I left. Eve must have known I was going to turn her in, she must have moved them.”

“Call it in.” Ethan ordered the police Commander, who hovered just behind his ex-employee as if he expected him to make a run for it. “I want every tracker on the force out here, now.” Glaring at the investigator, he pressed. “You have no idea where she would go?

Other hideouts? Escape plans? Even the smallest hint could help.”

“If l knew l would tell you.” The detective insisted.

I don’t know anything.”

Smothering his frustration, the Alpha looked down at Jane as she wept inconsolably into his collar.”Janey, look at me” He instructed, unsurprised when she did no such thing. “I need to find their trail” He explained regretfully, “I have to leave you for a little while.”

“No!” Jane argued, his words jolting her out of her despair. “I’ll go with you, we’ll have a better chance of finding them if we’re together.”

He nodded, not wanting to let her out of his sight anyway, and understanding her need to help. “Do you know which way Eve brought them in?” Ethan questioned the investigator.

“Probably the same way we did” He shared, shrugging. “She was coming from the same place after all.”

Ethan nodded, scenting the air around them. The pups’scent was trailing off down the street in the opposite direction, and his pulse spiked as the first stage of the chase commenced. In some ways it was no different from tracking a deer in the woods or some faceless foe- at the end of the day a hunt was a hunt.

However this time was more important than any hunt he’d ever taken part in before. His entire world was on the line if he failed, and the adrenaline pumping through his veins was stronger than any he’d ever felt.

and leading

called over his shoulder to the commander, “But take him inside, just in case Eve

the detective before they’d even rounded the corner. He had no idea how far Eve might have taken them,

will be better at this

broke into a trot, their noses pressed to the cold ground. After a few blocks they came to a series of toppled garbage bins, with refuse spilling over the street and Eve’s scent heavily mixed into the chaos

and the Alpha began to wonder if the pups hadn’t escaped and forced Eve to chase them. Their distinct scents were not part of the acrid blend of waste, decay and Eve. Further, there was a smear of blood on the pavement Ethan was certain belonged to the horrible she-wolf. Blinking at his mate, he didn’t know whether to be more agitated or hopeful by the idea the pups

into the Alpha, clearly thinking the

Paisley and Parker squinted into the

without any thought or plan. Even if they had been able to plan a route, they didn’t

do we do?” Paisley asked anxiously, her slight limbs beginning to

Ryder suggested, sounding

lost, which were easier said than done in their current predicament: stay put, stay together, and tell a grown

I don’t trust strangers.” Riley argued, she could already tell they wouldn’t be able to find anyone who fit Jane’s criteria for trustworthiness. No parents were taking their pups out this late at night, and no businesses were open either. “We should stay

we have to keep moving.” Parker insisted. “lf we stay here Eve might find us, she’s prolly tracking our scents

don’t have any idea where we are. Paisley, do you recognize

city” She answered sadly, “but

somewhere deeper in the narrow passage. “Wait, I think I hear something!” Ryder whispered

noises grew louder then, and the

sister’s hands, “We have to get outta

a raccoon, a huge raccoon made fat by feasting nightly in restaurant dumpsters, but a raccoon. nonetheless. The pups sighed with relief, huffing a few relieved laughs as they turned

shifted out of the alley and into the dimly lit thoroughfare, they were met by the towering

heavily with swirling black tattoos, their faces and hands bore scars

thought it was. In practice it looked far more like a grimace. “Hello there, what are you little ones doing out so late?”

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