Alpha’s Regret-My Luna Has A Son

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.

trail?” Marcus suggests, but it cut off before it got to the river, yet was the

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

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

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to catch up with him when he

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

the windows but seeing nothing

the past half an hour, and the thunder was growing louder as it got closer. The trees swayed, bent in the wind, and were surrounded by mountains as they whipped

Macey is smart She would bide her time and wait, knowing we would search for her ” Johns says, turning and staring at the

do?” I ask John. And

John mutters, peering

doesn’t seem to understand the speed limits or how to abide by them. My son seemed to have

look around,” John says, walking

the others to arrive,” I tell him before walking out of the long grass and back to the