Summary: A very short (modern day) two-blood story.
Disclaimer: As usual I own none of the characters and am even borrowing the universe I'm setting the story in.
Title: Lost
It was the middle of the afternoon when Buck caught the scent. It stopped him cold, mid-conversation. He turned, sniffed once, and was gone. Ezra and Vin left standing bemused as he raced across the road, regardless of traffic. He had only one goal now, to follow the trail and find his prize, his alpha, who had been missing for the past three years leaving his pack in disarray. Rudder-less the pack had drifted, always searching, looking for a reason, an answer, unable and unwilling to stop and face the truth.
The trail was faint and amidst such a crowd almost impossible to follow, especially in human form. Yet Buck managed. The stakes were far too high for failure.
It all ended in a small café, at a lonely little corner table with an empty plate and glass littering its surface. He had followed the scent in the wrong direction. The trail would be cold by the time he retraced his steps. It was too much to bear; he had failed both himself and his pack brothers. He'd had one chance in three years and he'd wasted it, had rushed without thought and allowed Chris to drift away with the crowd and leave him once more.
After three very long and lonely years he finally gave up. He never even saw the truck hurtling towards him.
The end
This story does have another chapter that provides closure, but i'm thinking it might be better left as it is.