“Don't scare the fresh meat, Edwin,” Instructor Sam said, his voice calm as he looked at them from his seat on the podium.
Antonia’s brows furrowed slightly, her gaze still on the floor as her hands trembling slightly. There was something else in instructor Sam’s tone– like a warning.
“They all look and smell the same,” Instructor Sam continued. “What you perceive from him is the tangy scent of fear.”
“No,” Alpha Edwin shook his head as he drawled out. “There’s something off…”
“Can we leave?” Charles spoke up, walking forward until he was right in front of her, his focus on the Alpha.“We need to be somewhere, and we're running late.”
Antonia’s eyes widened at Charles’ actions, the sound of her heart pounding rang in her ears.
‘What the hell was he doing? He could die!’
“Oh!” Alpha
