CHAPTER NINETY-TWO: ALPHA ALFRED'S DEATH

Once again, the meat store in Snowfall was empty. The holes of ice that the meat was always put in to preserve it had now gone empty, and the only evidence left was the bloody smears in them. It was time to go on the hunt once again.

Alpha Alfred sounded the howl and all the hunting wolves stormed out of the cabins, assembling in the large one that stood right in the middle of Snowfall. Soon, they were all going out, spreading in different directions, sniffing the air for any game for the hunt. Some wolves were in teams, and the rest hunted alone on their own, lone wolves who hunted in solitary.

Jayden was alone as he usually was, sniffing, trying to find something. He had been in a bad fit these past few days, ever since Avana had run away from him, and the more he thought about it, the more sour he became. His evil side was growing stronger in his thoughts by the day, and he figured a little hunt would do him some good to distract him even though so far, he had sniffed nothing yet.