Nora's POV
The rain kept drumming down, but I distinctly felt a stirring in the air. It wasn't the wind, nor the echo of raindrops on tin—it was the wolf’s scent, laced with rust and blood.
I stiffened instantly—it was Dewey.
He appeared much faster than I anticipated, almost right on top of me as I was finishing smearing blood in that last building.
I realized then that the rain might have blurred my body scent, but it probably made the raw smell of my blood diffuse even more powerfully through the damp air.
He slipped into the first blood-marked building closest to his approach, and I immediately twisted away, running to find a new hiding spot.
He seemed to find my blood-mark quickly, immediately changing direction toward the next building. Realizing my trick, Dewey let out a laugh
