19Aedan stood as still as jangling nerves would allow, watching as the members of the Pride arrived at the site of the monthly hunt. A few feet away from him, Nina stood, her eyes like saucers but her pheromones mostly under control; a steady undercurrent of anxiety trickled through the warm spicy sweetness, mingled with his own musk scent and the sharper, slightly more vegetal scent-mark from Soren’s body. As members arrived, Aedan saw them sniffing the air, scenting the mood of the group as a whole; some of them sidled and slunk, casting furtive glances at Nina. One thing we forgot to tell her, Aedan thought, with a stab of regret. On the off chance Soren doesn’t win, she’d be a prize for whoever in the Pride is able to grab her. The animal in him rebelled at the thought; if Soren didn’t
