CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT - How Legends Begin To Fall

"Animal blood, most likely. Too evenly distributed to be from a genuine attack." Dominic rose, brushing dirt from his knees. "With respect, Alpha, someone has gone to great lengths to stage this scene." "I suspected as much," Alexander acknowledged, his expression grave. "The death energy signature on the items felt... manufactured. Too precise." Dominic hesitated before asking, "Does this mean the Cross girl might still be alive?" "Possibly," Alexander replied carefully. "Though if she is, she clearly doesn't wish to be found." The tracker looked troubled. "The young Alpha believes she lives. His instincts shouldn't be dismissed so easily." "I agree," Alexander said, surveying the forest around them. "Which makes the effort to fake her death all the more concerning." "What will you tell Alpha Christine?" Dominic asked. "She's already announced the formal gathering to declare the girl deceased." Alexander's jaw tightened. "For now, nothing. Christine is... unusually invested in