Chapter 6: The Hunt (Owen's POV)

The forest was silent except for the soft rustling of the leaves and the distant calls of creatures hidden in the shadows. But to me, it felt like the world was alive with noise, the rush of my heartbeat and the steady thrum of my pulse drowning out everything else. The tension coiled in my chest, tighter and tighter with each passing second.

She's close. I know it.

It wasn't just a feeling. It was instinct. The bond between us, the connection that had snapped into place the moment I saw her, was pulling me forward. I could feel it deep in my bones. Sabine was out there somewhere, hidden in these woods, and I would find her.

But even as I pushed deeper into the trees, a quiet voice in my head began to speak—one I knew well.

You're wasting time, Owen.

Fraser, my wolf, growled in my mind. His voice was low, dark with impatience.

I slowed my steps, his words sinking into me. He wasn't wrong. I had been chasing the scent of her, letting my human side take the lead, but Fraser was telling me something else, something more primal.

I know what I'm doing. I said, trying to calm him, but even as the words left my mouth, I knew it wasn't true. Fraser was more than just a wolf; he was my guide, my partner, and right now, he was getting impatient with me.

No, you don't. Fraser's voice sharpened, his tone laced with frustration. You're following her scent, thinking it's enough. But it's not. We need to trust our instincts. You're too far in your head. She's hiding, Owen. You have to let go of this human need to reason everything out.

I halted, standing still in the midst of the towering trees. The tension in my body was palpable, a mix of frustration and something else—something stronger. The bond between Sabine and me was alive, burning beneath my skin, and I knew that Fraser was right. This wasn't a matter of strategy or logic. This was about feeling.

I closed my eyes, letting the forest sounds fade into the background. In my mind, I reached out with my senses, letting Fraser take the lead.

She's close, isn't she? I asked, feeling a pulse of energy run through me as I connected with Fraser.

The wolf within me growled softly, a sign of agreement. Closer than you think. You're tracking her with your head. Use your heart. Let the bond guide us. Trust me.

I inhaled deeply, my senses opening wide. The familiar smells of earth, wood, and night filled my nostrils, but beneath it all, there was something else—a subtle scent, wild and untamed, mixed with the faintest hint of fear. Sabine. She was near.

Fraser's low growl rumbled in my chest. There. To the left.

Without a second thought, I veered off the path, following the direction Fraser pointed. I could feel the pull of the bond growing stronger with every step, and my heartbeat quickened, the adrenaline flooding my veins.

She's hiding, Owen. She's afraid of us.

Fraser's words struck me like a punch to the gut. I had sensed the fear in her eyes when she ran. But hearing it from my wolf, from the one who could feel what she was feeling, made it all too real.

I could feel the weight of her uncertainty pressing down on me. Sabine wasn't just running from me. She was running from herself, from the bond that had formed between us. And it was tearing at my instincts.

What do I do, Fraser? I thought, the question desperate, the uncertainty in my chest growing heavier.

You stop running after her. Fraser's voice was low but firm. Stop chasing her. Let her come to you. She's scared. She needs to see that you won't hurt her.

I stopped in my tracks again, breathing heavily as I tried to center myself. Fraser was right. I had been too caught up in the hunt, too fixated on the need to find her. But Sabine was different. She wasn't like the others. She was a rogue, a wolf with no pack, no ties to anyone. And I knew, deep down, that I wasn't just chasing her to fulfill the needs of the pack.

I wanted to show her that she wasn't alone. That she didn't have to be afraid.

I took a deep breath, calming the storm in my chest, and with it, I let go of the chase. I would wait.

She's close. She'll come. Fraser rumbled, his presence in my mind like a steady pulse. But don't push her. Let her find the strength to trust us. Trust you.

I lowered my head, crouching down slightly to make myself less imposing, less threatening. My wolf growled softly, but it wasn't out of hunger or aggression—it was a sign of patience.

I'll wait for her, I whispered to Fraser, the words soft and steady. I'll wait as long as it takes.

The woods were still, quiet, as if the world around me had paused. The only sound was the rhythmic beating of my heart, the pull of the bond, and the deep, rumbling growl of my wolf.

Somewhere out there, Sabine was waiting, watching me, unsure. And I was willing to wait until she was ready to come to me.

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