On her speedy run up the staircase, Clara shoves random objects over, obstructing Rohan’s route to her. He won’t stop her from finding out what he’s hiding upstairs. Or rather, as Clara suspects, who he is hiding. Her hand reaches the door handle for the room that the thud has come from, but Rohan’s hand grabs the handle first. Clara’s chest heaves up and down, a mixture of pain and adrenaline making her body convulse. Rohan tries to reach out and help his mate, but she slaps his hands away. The smell of Jasmin smacks Clara in the face and that’s when she realises why the smell had been familiar. There was one wolf she knew who constantly wears the scent. Alexa. “It’s over Rohan. I know who is behind that door. I can smell her” Rohan shakes his head in disbelief.
Using his body as a bloc
