NINETY FIVE

~ Matteo~

I watched Levi as he walked off to make a call, my instincts whispering that it was probably to the witch. My suspicion gnawed at me, but before I could ask about it further, I noticed Samuel approaching. Blaze growled protectively, the low rumble resonating deep within me. Blaze’s warning was clear: Don’t trust him.

I tried to push Blaze’s concerns aside, focusing on Samuel as he drew nearer. It looked like Samuel, hell it walked like Samuel. Yet, I couldn’t completely block out Blaze’s insistent presence, something DID seem off. Blaze's voice was a constant murmur in the back of my mind, cautioning me against getting close to Samuel.

“He smells different,” Blaze growled, the words echoing in my head. “I can’t sense his wolf.” It was a disturbing realisation. Samuel’s scent was off, and without the familiar sense of his wolf, there was an unsettling emptiness about him. Blaze’s instincts were rarely wrong, and the more I tried to ignore him, the more persistent he became.

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