Emerging from the darkness, we spot them, a small group of rogues. Eyes black as night, their stench is pungent, their fur dirty and matted.
"I sense six, the one at the front seems to be leading them." Iris links me.
"Seven, there's one hidden behind that tree. But, he's giving off a pack wolf aura." I reply, noting the man watching in amusement.
"Try get closer, I need to pick up a scent. I'm masking our scent and aura, he won't notice you." She urges me.
I move forward and Tristan grips my arm. "Babe, what are you doing?" He exclaims through our link.
"How many wolves do you sense?" I ask.
"Six, why?" He replies, confused.
"There's seven. One's hiding, pack wolf aura and Iris wants his scent." I answer.
"Be careful." He pleads.
"I will." I assure him and close the link before
