I assessed what I had with me and the terrain as I headed to the stand of trees. I had two guns and a knife. I was wearing canvas pants and a dark brown t-shirt with no sleeves. Nothing too dark, as not to be an obvious contrast to the dark of night or the terrain, nothing so light as to draw attention.
My hair was loose instead of tied back and I wasn’t wearing shoes, which meant I was bedded down somewhere for the night. I sniffed the air. There was a very familiar scent.
Bellamy. I could smell her, but it wasn’t the packogue blend I’d recently gotten used to. This was her pure rogue scent. The scent she had as a child.
Of course…. I was eighteen the night we were hunting the vampires, my birthday was just a couple weeks before. Bellamy was being pouty because she’d just found out
