Alpha's Regret-My Luna Has A Son novel Chapter 138

Chapter 138 

Kalen POV 

“What did he say?” I ask Marcus as he hangs up the phone. I start unraveling the new map we bought from the gas station on the hood of the car.

“He is sending scouts and is on his way,” Marcus tells me as we look over the maps with only a flashlight for light. We were trying to find some trails. We knew roughly where she was, but the forest was so dense that navigating through unfamiliar terrain even for us could end up with us becoming lost or walking straight past her without seeing her.

The signal was only weak and kept blinking out. So while we waited for Valen to send some men, we searched over different maps trying to find any sort of trail. John was walking along the forest edge, trying to pick up any tracks or scents, so we were at a standstill for now. We needed help

No doubt my son would be furious with us, yet we were hoping to have found and brought her back before he found out. Yet when the hours ticked by and we found nothing and the day came and gone and turned to night, we knew we would have to take his anger and ask for help.

Macey’s life was the priority, and we didn’t want to take unnecessary risks more than we already had, and this area was known as forsaken territory, yet we were yet to come across any.

“What about this track? It leads toward the river?” I ask, finding a tourist trail.

“Too small for access by car, hiking trail?” Marcus suggests, but it cut off before it got to the river, yet was the only trail we had found. 

“Over here,” John calls out, and I look down along the road, the wind whipping my face as I look in his direction. It was bloody freezing out here. And the grass was ridiculously high along this road, and I could just make out his head and arm waving for us to come to him.

“Wait here,” I tell Marcus, and he nods, putting his head down to go over the maps again with his flashlight. One was a tourist map, yet why anyone would tour out here was beyond me. The other was just an ordinary road map.

Walking toward John, I stop beside him when he starts walking toward the truck stop about 500 meters down the road. We had passed it on the way here, but it was empty.

“What is it?” I ask him, jogging to catch up with him when he turns on his heel.

“I think I found Carter’s car,” John tells me, I pick up my pace to follow him. We walked to the far back of the truck-stopping place, where some toilets and bins were. The place was entirely empty. John then disappears into the long grass, which was angled wrong, and bent toward the forest slightly. I followed him, barely a couple of meters off the road. Covered by branches and obscured by the grass was a car.

“That’s definitely his car,” I tell John while trying to peer in the windows but seeing nothing from the lack of light and the tint is too dark.