Gillow ignored her shocked expression. The scent was unmistakable—someone had touched her intimately, and he needed to know who it was.
“Who touched you?” he repeated, his voice low and forceful.
“No one,” Arda whined, her voice trembling. “No one touched me.”
Gillow’s eyes narrowed, his sharp gaze locking onto hers. “I can smell it,” he said, his tone dark and unrelenting. “It’s a distinct scent. Someone touched you—closely. Who was it?”
Panic swelled in Arda’s chest. She didn’t want trouble, especially not the kind Gillow could bring if he decided to go after her professor. Her mind raced, trying to piece together an explanation that wouldn’t provoke him further.
Maybe Gillow had picked up the professor’s scent because he wasn’t human. The others in his pack had the ability to sense
