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wolves had been wearing with the
    New Mexico pack. It hadn't taken long to pick up their trail, and by late afternoon, they'd found the entrance. Deciding it would be safer to move in at night, the wolves spent the rest of their evening making battle plans.
    Marrok was sitting on the ground with his knees up and his back against a large boulder.
    Alexander paced restlessly in front of him. Both alpha males were fighting to remain calm, but the lack of activity was making the wolves inside of them edgy. They were waiting for Alonzo to return. He'd been summoned by the council with news regarding the hidden facility.
    Alonzo was the current chief of the El Lobo Apache Tribe, and alpha of the New Mexico pack.
    The tribe had taken the name from the Spanish, hundreds of years before, when they'd relocated to the area in northern New Mexico. Marrok's father had been the chief. Although it was before his time, he knew the story well. His tribe had been forced to relocate south due to the buffalo movement.
    After his mother and father's death one hundred and fifty years before, the tribal council had voted to name him chief, but he'd declined. Instead, he chose the path of warrior, holding no
    responsibility for anybody but himself.
    Most Apache men picked their own names based on their personal characteristics, and he was
    no different. He took the name Dalaa Ba'cho, which meant wolf of one. Marrok was a loner by heart, content with his own companionship.
    Alonzo sprinted back into their temporary camp, followed by two other members of the tribe.
    Although hundreds of years old, with his solid black hair and unlined skin, he appeared to be
    somewhere in his mid-thirties. He talked easily, not the least out of breath from his run. “I'm sorry for the delay. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to find out much.”
    Marrok had jumped to his feet when the men returned. “Does the tribal council know where the
    main entrance into the facility is?”
    Alonzo shook his head. “Not exactly, but they believe it's not directly into the mesa. I tend to agree. It would be too obvious and easily discovered.”
    All three men turned and surveyed the mesa thoughtfully. At night, it looked lonely and
    isolated. Nobody would ever guess the secrets held within. There were ranches scattered along the base, but even those were few and far between. With the exception of the mesa, the land around them was flat.
    Marrok was the one to break the silence. “You're right. It would have taken a lot of activity to pull something like that off. Yet, in all these years I've never noticed anything unusual. I never even scented anything off.” His eyes narrowed in thought. “If someone wants something bad enough,
    though, they will find a way to get it. My best guess is they have someplace around here that leads into an underground tunnel directly into the mesa.”
    Alonzo nodded. “It makes sense. If it's underground, even our extraordinary sense of smell
    wouldn't pick it up.” He looked at Alexander. “Our scouts have been out all day, but they haven't picked up anything out of the ordinary. Without the shirts you provided, none of would have ever detected the opening we did find.”
    “It's masked,” Marrok said, his mind racing. “When I discovered Taylor missing that morning, I thought I scented something off. I brushed it away in the face of losing my mate. The Sheriff told me that something was off in the air at the lake that night, too. I believe the humans must have developed something to cover up their scents.”
    Alexander watched him silently, his eyes far off in thought. “We know this place has been here for years, at minimum thirty-one years. It makes you wonder what else they've managed to come up with.”
    Alonzo sighed. “God only knows. The tribal council is using every resource we have to figure
    out who's behind this. They wouldn't be surprised if it was government-funded. Most people wouldn't have the resources or money to pull