ael like a punc

standing on end. Musk, lavender, salt... and blood. It cut through the night air, faint but unmis

a

d up beside him, eyes scanning t

answer. He

pounded with a fury he hadn't known in years. That scent - it was her. It

fresh

les," he said hoarse

ering, black-furred, a beast of nightmare and myth. His paws hit the gr

t more of her w

methin

Fear.

whil

roat raw. Caleb watched her from the shadows, h

p drinking, and I keep letting y

ollow, but deep in the back of them

armth growing in her belly. About how her wolf ha

s waki

d her throat. "If you even think about shifting, I'll break you

e fire that flic

snarl that echoed

id every other rogue

the fo

ed farmhouse reeked of rot, sweat, and old magic - but her scent was fresh. Cl

wled to Jarek, who h

ind," Jarek hissed. "W

Is.

lowed amber

it's a hundred rogues.