You're talking about the scent of...

I hastily got out of bed, bare feet touching the cold floor. The need to act, to confront this revelation, pulsed through my veins. I opened my bedroom door and faced Hunter's imposing figure in the hallway, as if he had felt the same urgency as me.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice filled with agitation. Hunter stared at me with a grave expression, as if carrying a burden on his shoulders. “I remembered whose scent was in your house, Fierce. I came to warn you.”

My eyes met his, and my mind connected the dots. “You're talking about the scent of...”

He nodded. “Jeff.” 

The words hit me like stones, confirming my suspicions. Jeff, the werewolf who once belonged to our pack, was now implicated in the disappearance of my children.

A shiver ran down my spine as I processed the information. “You felt it too?”<