ZANE'S POV
I hurried through the dense forest, my senses on high alert. Damon had alerted me to Unatha's reckless venture into the woods. At first, I had told him, Sabrina, and Anthony to handle it, to keep an eye on her from a distance and make sure she was safe.
But then something changed. Damon signaled urgently that they had caught the scent of two other werewolves nearby. My heart quickened. Two other werewolves? In our territory? That was a situation I couldn't ignore.
I continued deeper into the woods, my senses sharp. The scent of unfamiliar wolves grew stronger, mingling with the familiar scent of our pack. I could feel my Lycan instincts kicking in, the urge to protect our territory and our pack overriding everything else.
Then, there they were. Two figures in the moonlit forest, their scents unmistakably foreign. My instincts told me they were Nightfang wolves, intruding into our territory.