*Rafe*
“You stink,” Devon says again as we sit down for a meal at an inn nearing the northern farmland.
“Yes, thank you. I am aware,” I grumble back. I smell to high heaven of lycan. The trick had worked beautifully on Ainslee at the culling. However, that was in an enclosed space, so I hadn’t had to use as much wolf shifter scent. Now, wearing lycan scent, I have to use more because of my open surroundings. I might have overdone it, however.
He wrinkles his nose. “Seriously, you smell awful. Like a lycan who’s never had a bath in his life.”
I can’t tell myself because the scent is so strong in my own nose that my eyes are watering. “Are you sure it’s that bad?”
He gestures around us, and indeed, I see people changing tables to be further away from the two of us. “I don’t think we’re
