KAEL
“Humans,” the word came out slow and rough as I stared at Nyssa. “Humans. Here. In the middle of a rogue werewolf mountain.”
“Yes,” Aria snapped, standing just to Nyssa’s side. Her shoulders were stiff, chin lifted. “And since I’m the one who smelled them, you should be asking me. I know how insane it sounds, but they aren’t wolves. Not even close. The scent was wrong. Mostly human, but not clean. Not normal. I don’t spend much time around humans, so that’s all I can tell you.”
A growl slipped free before I could stop it. My eyes locked on her face, searching for hesitation.
There was none.
“And you decided following that scent was smart?”
“Yes, Kael,” she said, voice sharp but steady. “I thought it mattered that something strange was nearby. We’re in unfamiliar territory, sear
