He lay low in the dense shrubs, his lungs functioning as if they were governed by a metronome - steady, and even, his muscles did not appear tight anymore; they were calm. He had been in chase of Ema for hours clinging to her smell along all the curves of the forest pathways. It hadn’t been simple — Ema was skilled at disguising her tracks here and there and more than once Elijah almost gave up on her. However, He had sustained he was building up for the part of Bruce’s Beta over the years and had honed himself to a fine tip.

Elijah was now lurking beneath the tree’s...