In the bathroom, she whisked open the cabinet under the sink.
Where was her perfume?
If Dawn-who'd specifically said Chris wasn't supposed to be in the pack house without a chaperone-found out he'd been in their room, he'd lose it. Worse than the other day. And since Chris was technically in their territory.
Dawn had jurisdiction. This wasn't just Dawn's territory, but his territory.
She didn't love Chris. Actually, thinking about it, she'd only ever liked him. He was the same kid as before-maybe a little weirder-though that didn't mean he deserved to potentially die because of their past.
She shoved through the mix of mouthwash and hair care products under the sink. Perfume wasn't something she wore often. Just the slightest bit too much could overwhelm any wolf's senses
There grabb
