I Refuse To Be Your Luna (Flourish and Harold) novel Chapter 309

Chapter 309 A Dead Wolf’s Scent

Alpha Damian

I refused to believe it.

I stood over the paw print with Ragnar beside me, staring at the mark in the damp soil. The scent was faint and partly covered by whatever had been used to mask it, but I knew it.

“Ragnar, confirm his name.”

He looked at the track. “Beta Corvin Hale.”

My jaw tightened. Corvin had served under me for years. He had been one of my senior warriors and had led border patrols until he died in a raid three years ago. I had stood at his burial.

“He was buried in Dartwood,” I said.

“Yes.”

“You saw the body?”

Ragnar nodded. “I did.”

I crouched again and let my wolf search through the scent. “That’s him.”

I didn’t like it.

“Get F-Tech on the line,” I told Rhys.

He called Cheryl, who connected us with the archive team. We sent them the scent sample from the soil along with Corvin’s records.

F-Tech had collected scent profiles from senior warriors for years as part of security and medical monitoring, taken during routine examinations, injuries, and pack health checks.

Within minutes, Rhys had the first comparison.

“Ninety-eight percent.” He looked at me. “That’s too close.”

“Run it again.”

He did. The result barely changed. Corvin’s medical record matched the sample from the border.

I stepped away from the screen. Either someone had brought a dead wolf back to Dartwood, or they had found a way to copy his scent so accurately that our own security couldn’t tell the difference.

The second explanation made more sense. It also meant someone had access to pack records.

“Whoever did this wanted us to believe Corvin was here,” Rhys said.

“Or they wanted us to follow his trail.”

Ragnar looked toward the trees. “And if they knew we’d recognize it?”

“Then they know Dartwood’s security.”

My wolf growled. They know us.

I studied the trail again. The tracks had been placed where patrols would notice them, and the masking had been applied only after enough scent remained to make identification possible. It had all been designed to confuse us.

My phone vibrated. Flourish.

“Where are you?”

“On my way.”

“You were supposed to stay at Stonehedge.”

“I know.”

There was no point arguing over the phone. “How far?”

“Ten minutes.”

I glanced at Rhys. He gave me a look that said he had expected her to come all along.

When Flourish arrived, she stepped out of the vehicle with two Stonehedge security wolves. behind her. Her wolf reacted right away to the scents around us.

“What happened?”

I told her. She walked to the paw print and crouched. “Corvin?”

“Yes.”

“You’re sure?”

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