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I felt the wind pick up slightly, thankful for it. Her scent was gone. I had masked it perfectly, which meant we could probably get away from them without them noticing.

"I can still smell it lingering. There was a woman here. I know it."

Okay, maybe not all her scent.

"She isn't here now." The first one snapped, looking ready to fight. "And I won't want to spend all night looking for a woman that may or may not exist."

The other two wolves growled in unison, seeming to agree. They all looked anxious, and I felt Jillian lean closer to me. My arms tightened around her, trying to make sure she didn't fall from our spot.

"Man, I'm telling you. There is a woman here. I could smell it. She wasn't from our pack either."

"That's Maddox's pack. There is no way a random woman is coming from his pack into ours."

"I smelled it!" The guy snapped angrily.

The first guy grumbled, irritated. "Fine, span out. Look for this imaginary woman. But if we don't find her, it's on your ass, not us."

They moved, and both of us watched them with our eyes. Jillian seemed to relax against me for a moment before moving, looking around me. She pointed to the right of me. Her lips moved once more, but no voice came out. But I could see what she was mouthing. Tracker.

I nodded. It was clear that the one wolf was a tracker wolf, someone who had a stronger sense of smell than the rest. He was the one that we had to watch because he could scent Jillian while the others might not. But as long as the others didn't believe him, we would be okay.

I pointed to my arm and tapped my finger twice, then lowered my hand, bouncing it twice, and stated that we just needed to watch and lie low. Jillian nodded her head in agreement.

Time seemed to move, but we didn't. We remained silent and vigilant in the tree. We watched the guys round other trees. We watched as a couple of fights broke out, Jillian tensing in my arms as they did. But silence filled the space eventually.

I looked around, taking in the woods. The guys weren't near us, but I could still sense they were around us. Every few moments, someone would wander back towards our area, but never near our tree.

I fought my tiredness and held back a yawn, knowing that we needed to stay alert. Once an opening occurred, we were going to take off back towards my pack, but we had to wait.

I glanced back at Jillian, who leaned against the trunk. She had an arm pulled up, draping an arm over it. She looked out towards the woods, and I felt a tug deep in my chest. I took in her fair skin and the freckles on her face. Her skin looked smooth, untouched by the sun. Her lips were in a thin line, and I imagined they were soft.

Her orange hair looked different from what it did in the sun. It fell in curls around her, framing her face. Her green eyes looked hopeful and soft. It took me by surprise how much I enjoyed staring at her. It was comforting.

We moved every once in a while, trying to keep each of our limbs awake. At one point, my foot fell asleep, sending a painful tingling sensation through my entire leg.

Jillian looked tired as she looked around. I knew we didn't have much time left before we would both be too tired to run for it. I watched her eyes grow heavy, and then she would shake her head, trying to push it away. I moved my foot, poking her leg with it. She looked at me, and I mouthed, 'How are you?'

She shrugged, waving a hand around us. I smiled when a voice broke through the silence.

"There is no woman here, Quinton!"

We both looked down, seeing one guy shove another. Suddenly, fists were flying as one of the guys was pinned down, the other punching at him violently. I felt the branch shake from Jillian, and I moved closer, trying to hide her from view.

You could hear the one yelling to stop, the other spewing how much of an idiot he was. Blood splattered over the ground, and you could hear the sound as fists connected with flesh.

"Enough!" A new voice snapped. "Jesus Christ! You think Andrew is going to love the idea that you're beating the shit out of his tracker! Pull your shit together!"

"I'm done looking for this woman!"

"Just because you can't smell her doesn't mean she wasn't here." The tracker spat as he wiped at his nose. Blood smeared over his face, and I felt Jillian lean closer to me.

"Well, she isn't here now! We are wasting our time looking around."

"Yeah, and what do you think Andrew will say once we tell him what we've been doing? He will ask why we came back empty-handed. And he won't be pissed at me. He's going to be pissed at you for interfering with my ability to sniff her out."

The guy placed a hand on his nose. "Jesus, I think you broke it."

The other guy turned, running a hand over his face as he looked around. "Even if there was a girl here, she's clearly not here now."