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Drew knew, just knew, that they were wrong. His wolf longed for its mate, and both man and animal instinctively knew she would keep running.

He flicked the computer on. “Maybe you’re right, but I want every precaution taken.” He looked to Callum. “I want you to organize the pack. I want someone on every exit out of this town.”

“That’s going to take a lot of manpower.”

Drew nodded. “Do it.”

As the computer booted up, Drew brought up the security feeds. There were cameras surrounding the property. He already knew her license plate number and the make and model of the vehicle she’d been driving, but he still watched the footage.

She never drove by the front gate. If she had, she would have seen the full parking lot and likely avoided the area, but she approached via the northeast county road, the one he’d chased her onto.

He saw when she’d driven up but couldn’t see where she’d parked. Not that it mattered.

His gaze swung to Maddox. “I want you to dig up whatever you can on her. Text me all the details you find. Alyssa Mayers. Artist.” He thought for a moment. “The gallery owner, Zelda. Find out her information, too. See if you can locate what building she owns. She’s Alyssa’s landlady.”

“Gotcha.” Mitch already had his phone in his hand, presumably Googling and finding her on social media.

Callum was about to exit the office but stopped in the doorway. “What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to drive around until I find her or until the gallery opens, whichever happens first.”

“Where are you going to look? The town isn’t that small.”

“No, it isn’t.” Drew closed the program and put the computer to sleep. “But she was at the gallery, and the coffee shop I met her in is near the gallery and presumably near her house. I’ll start there.”

Callum looked doubtful, but Drew appreciated it when he said, “We’ll find her.”

Damn right, they would. Letting her go wasn’t an option.

“If we have to, we’ll track her by scent.”

Callum nodded, and then he was gone.

Standing, Drew was about to follow him when Maddox pulled his focus away. “She doesn’t seem to have any social media accounts, which in today’s world is just weird.” The big man’s fingers scrolled across the screen. “She has a website, but it’s neither very good or current.” His eyebrows rose.

“What?” Drew nearly crossed the room to snatch the phone from Maddox.

“Her stuff is good, though. The girl has some wicked talent. We should get some of her paintings for the center here. Volunteers would love them.”

It was an excellent idea but not relevant. “Look up Zelda next and Platinum Delight Art. Text me with whatever you find,” he ordered before tracing Callum’s path. Rather than exit out the back as Callum had done, Drew headed to the parking lot.

He searched the parking lots and plazas, anywhere he caught whiffs of her scent. Light was chasing away the darkness when Drew finally found her car.

It sat in a lot, facing a red brick building surrounded by cedar pines. Maddox had had little luck locating details about the landlady, but he’d provided Drew with background on the gallery and Alyssa’s showing. None of it was going to help him.

But after searching up and down the roads closest to the gallery and the coffee shop, he’d spotted her worn-down beige Dodge.

His truck was idling across the road while he thought over his options. He’d been about to drive into her lot, determined to find her apartment by smell when she emerged out the front door carrying a stack of canvases. She loaded them into the car, returned to the apartment, and came back with her purse and a canvas about the size of the Blood Moon.

She got into her vehicle and drove away, heading toward the gallery.

He’d bet next quarter’s profits that she was hoping Zelda would take all the paintings so she’d have space in that little car for her stuff. One quick trip up to her apartment would confirm her plans.

Once her car had rounded a corner and disappeared, Drew shut off his truck, crossed the empty street, and entered the building. He followed her scent to the elevator, stopping at each floor until he found the right one. Soon, he stood outside her door.

He tried the knob, but of course, it was locked.

Debating how aggressive and how successful he wanted to be in his search for information, Drew tapped on the door. It looked as though she was the only tenant on this floor. The only doorway was hers.

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