NOVA
I'm trying not to panic. I swear I am. But I feel like a deer that has been caught in headlights. My scent must be oozing. s**t. I have to leave. Right now. As if on cue, Rhydar’s hand clamps around my wrist. I can hear the others sniffing. But they also have a very strange look on their faces. It is as though they can see something they're not supposed to see.
"Oi, Creed! What's that on your neck?" Someone calls out.
My stomach plummets, my throat constricting. My neck? I reach up, my heart hammering. My fingertips brush the skin just beneath my jawline. It's burning hot. But I can't see it.
I don't know what they're seeing. Only that they're all looking at me as if I just grew a second head. Therefore, I turn to leave.
"Creed, stop," the instructor calls out, and the way he say
