“She’s close, I can feel it,” Ghost said in a harsh whisper. His hawk-like eyes peered out of the car windows.
Ryder glanced at him and nodded.
Scar was sitting behind, still a little out of it, with bandages all over, but he insisted on coming along. He leaned closer, “But how can you tell? Does this have anything to do with your sharpened werewolf sense of smell? You know, like a dog’s?”
Ryder shot him a glare.
He backed away in surrender. It had been two days since Ghost had told him about being a wolf, and he was still having a hard time coming to terms with it. Ghost had been gracious enough to do the explaining and clarification up until now. Now, his face was set in a deep frown, his gaze fixated outside, staring at all the incoming vehicles, his heart beating loudly in his ches
