Ethan
I’m by the marina when I catch a familiar scent, and my mind instantly transports me back to the alley where we lost track of the pups’ scent in Cité de la Nuit. My wolf howls in my head, and I immediately begin following the trail. It’s a struggle to continue hobbling along in the guise of an old man, rather than breaking into a run and chasing down my prey. Somehow I find the patience to go slowly, following the scent to a dive bar just off the pier.
Peering inside, I see a few rough looking men gathered at the bar, smoking and drinking huge pints of ale. I c**k my ears towards the sounds of their voices, trying to match the scent to its owner.
“It’s your turn to get the tab, Griff.” One of the shifters grumbles.
“I can’t. You know our job went bust.” The man in question ans
