It took me a second, but I caught a whiff of their scent and my body went rigid. They were werewolves, both of them, and familiar. I was just trying to remember if I had met them somewhere in the university when one of them spoke and my heart stopped.
“It smells like a fuckhouse in here.”
Gabriel didn’t reply, but his heartbeat remained calm as he leaned against the desk. My hand went to my mouth, clasping it tightly as if breathing too loud might give me away. I wasn’t sure if they even realized I was here, but nobody said anything, too focused on Gabriel.
And that voice… I remembered that voice. I remembered him laughing when I screamed in pain and begged to be let out. I remembered him snarling when I would meet his eyes and looking at me with disgust when Michael was in a go
