CHAPTER fifty-four: Find Amelia.

　　“Where was it you said you trailed her scent to?” Conroy asked, his fist curled around the reins of his horse.

　　In the darkness that was barely lit by the sliver of moonlight, Arian turned whilst on his horse to face Conroy, “It is just a little more ahead. Where the footpath meets the wood.”

　　Conroy grunted.

　　They rode along side by side in a comfortable silence that was akin to old friends who had known each other for way too long to need lazy talks to fill the empty air.

　　Each lost in their thoughts.

　　Just as Arian had said, soon he halted his horse at the edge of the woods and Conroy followed suit.

　　Without much Ado, they lifted off the horse and began trudging the path towards the small crofter’s hut that sat on the moors.

　　As they neared, Conroy picked up on his mate’s scent and began running in his human form, Arian was sprinting closely behind him.

　　He kicked in the door of the hut and found an empty house, drained of everything.