The scent is one I have come across countless times. It reeks of malice, fear and greed.
The fear is expected. Someone who is afraid becomes reckless and does things hey wold otherwise not do.
This person is someone I know. I expected it but it is something they would never have dreamt of doing if it was my father that was still the Alpha. He was known for his ruthlessness. That was one of the things that brought about the sad state of the pack. He was ruthless to the point of taking it out on his own pack which should have never happened.
Uncle….. he was the one that came in here and searched for whatever it is he was looking for. His scent is even thicker when I get to my desk. His print is all over my drawers. That sly son of a b***h.
The only thing he would have gotten his hands on
