Chapter 22：The Smell of Blood

Cynthia’s POV

Vikrov may not care about what most people think, but I’m his mate. He has to care about what I think.

For just a moment, he seems startled by my question. His apparent indifference towards Galen–his own brother–hurts me. Without waiting for his response, I press on.

“You can stay neutral about this if you want to, Vikrov. I’m going to save Galen.”

Before he can say a word, I start to sprint in the direction Galen has been taken.

“Cynthia!” Vikrov’s voice echoes from behind me, but I ignore it as I run.

Even in the best of health, Vikrov must be a faster runner than me, and with all my injuries, I’m moving at less than half the speed I’d be able to travel at before. I know at this point that Vikrov is letting me run ahead of him at this point. If he wanted to stop me, he would, which means he’s decided to let me go.

Some part of me resents the level of control he’s exerted over me, even subconsciously.

Even though I’ve lost my wolf, my sense of smell is as acute as ever