Chapter 21

Clementine

I was smelling his scent.

A wolfless half-breed could smell scents, heal her eyes, and hear things that she shouldn't be able to hear?

“I don’t understand.’ I pulled away from him and looked up at his beautiful features. His warm eyes found mine. “Every person has a unique scent. It’s usually subtle. Most of the time, you really have to sniff it out to get it.”

“Dad smells like pine,” I murmured, looking at the chopping block.

I had assumed it was because of all the wood chopping he had been doing, but what if I had picked up his natural scent?

“Yeah, he does.” Liam shrugged. “Not that I go around smelling your dad.” He gave me a cheeky smile.

I threw my face in my hands. Silent laughter started erupting through me. My whole body shook with it. This was so surreal. Werewolves were real—my father, my brother, my new friend, this town–all werewolves.

Maybe I’m in shock? Maybe I needed to commit myself to a mental institution?

“Hey, are you okay?” I felt a warm hand on