Sienna was acting weird again. I could tell from the way her nose twitched and how her eyes kept darting around the crowd. She wasn’t even paying attention to the game anymore.
“How good is your sense of smell?” she asked, staring at me with those serious eyes of hers.
I blinked. “What kind of question is that? I’m a wolf, Sienna. Of course my sense of smell is good.”
“Then smell the air,” she said, pointing at the stands. “Tell me what you notice.”
I sighed but did it anyway. The stadium was full of different scents — sweat, excitement, food, and of course, wolf pheromones everywhere. But then… something faint stood out. A clean, sharp scent that didn’t belong here. It was familiar, but I couldn’t place it.
I frowned. “Okay… I smell something strange. But it’s so faint. Like someone
