''That really stinks.'' I screwed up my nose, and took a step back. ''Can't you fix that?''
We were in the kitchen of the dining hall, where Emmet was working on the drug for Zan, while the staff busied themselves with breakfast and preparations for lunch.
''What do you want from me, man?'' Emmet rolled his eyes, ''A fruit-smelling cocktail? It's a potion. They stink, get over it.''
''I really don't know how Zan has put up with you all these years!'' I snarled, and all the chefs and kitchen hands were suddenly in need of something from the stalls.
''I was thinking the same about you.'' He shot back, and started scooping the liquid into a vial and held it up to me, ''It needs the blood of an Alpha.''
I exhaled, and extended my claws, cut my finger and hovered it over the vial but hesit
