She Is Your Weakness, Isn't She?
Jared's POV.
"Why does this place smell like rogues?" I questioned, my brow furrowing as I recalled the previous meeting when Mr. Fenrir had come to my pack to hand over his daughter.
The same scent of rogues had lingered in the air that day, but I had dismissed it as insignificant.
My eyes darkened as I remembered that day. I had sensed the presence of rogues but had chosen to ignore it, and now I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease.
I kept a close watch on Mr. Fenrir, who wore a sinister smirk that only deepened my disgust. I studied his every movement, from his heartbeat to his expression.
There was no way I would reveal my vulnerability to him. Something about this man was unsettling, and I was determined to find the truth.
"If you keep on
