The tension in the air was palpable. The metallic scent of Ezra's blood permeated the forest, a silent warning to any nearby creature. I knew Marcus and his men weren't far behind; the trail was too clear, too easy to follow. Something had to be done, and fast.
"We have to mask the scent," I said, breaking the silence. My voice was urgently loud, and I couldn't stop glancing at the dark forest behind us. Every shadow felt like an enemy waiting to strike.
"Mask the scent? How?" Liam turned to me, his gaze intense. "We don't have enough time, Caroline. What we need is to get farther away."
"And what if we can't?" I replied, carefully lowering Ezra to the ground. His breathing was still erratic, and each exhale was a reminder of how critical it was to stop. "The blood is leading them strai
