Damian's POV
I sat in the idling car long after the warmth of Kate's body had faded from the passenger seat. The faint trace of bleach she had carried with her was still scorching the inside of my nose.
The encrypted phone buzzed in the cup holder. Darius.
"Are you in Seattle?" My youngest brother didn't bother with a greeting. His voice was tight, almost agitated. Unusual enough that the wolf inside me pricked its ears.
"I am. How did you know?"
"Everyone in the hallway outside the hotel was talking about you." A short pause. "Damian, our scents are similar. They are not identical. Any wolf with a decent nose can tell us apart at six feet. Especially that close."
"I was already inside six feet of Ronald when I came up."
He went quiet for a beat.
"Then I'll have to disappear while
