Bramblepoint The hunter becomes the hunted.

Dash nodded in agreement. He was surprised, too, that Lazarus had survived the fall. He knew everyone, including himself, would have been happier to have him dead. But, maybe the traitor would die from his wounds.

The dark male watched as his Alpha began sniffing the air. Seemingly, he found a trail, and Dash was quick to follow. If they found Lazarus, and he wasn’t dead, they would make sure he soon was. The thorns tore at his fur, but Dash ignored it as he made his way through the bramble, his focus on finding the male.