~QUINN~
Tracking Theo was not difficult. After all, I had known him for more than twenty years and the scent remained the same. After he had left in such a manner, the tension he left behind was sharp enough to cut through metal. His mate, Ellie, had gazed at me with an unreadable expression.
Then there was Gabreilla. Her face was filled with rage. It was understandable why. Meredith's betrayal of her trust. Seeing me would have reopened those wounds. I would not blame her. She had been a pawn in Meredith's scheme.
I opened the door of the lounge and walked in. Theo's scent became clearer and I found him in the corner of the bar with a drink in hand I didn't know what good that would do. As werewolves, alcohol didn't affect our system. We could drink as much as seven bottles of liquo
