The air in the forest suddenly grew thick, heavy with a sharp scent Irene had never processed this way before. It was wild, earthy, and instinctively repulsive—the unmistakable scent of wolves. She could hear the rhythmic thumping of their strong hearts, beating much faster and harder than the deer she had just slain. Now, she understood it so much better; she finally understood how Lucas always knew when they were around, and exactly why that wretched scent repulsed him so deeply...
"What if I can't return to my human body? Will I stay as a wolf forever?!"
She would recognize that joyful voice anywhere; Elara was here.
When she looked at Lucas, his brows were furrowed; he had understood who had arrived as well. She fixed her imploring eyes on him; she wanted to see them.
"No." He was
