Instead, I closed my eyes and took a deep inhale, weeding out the typical scents like pine, dirt, woodland creatures, and the decaying body in front of us. It wasn’t hard to figure out what she was talking about. It was pungent and intrusive.
“It smells like piss.”
“Yes, but don’t you smell the chemicals in there too. It’s not just urine. It’s something else too.”
“Serena. We’re following your scents. We’ll be there in moments,” Aiden said, cutting into my thoughts.
“Your brother’s almost here,” I told Caleb.
She nodded as she slowly crept around the body, careful not to touch anything. “I think they used store-bought wolf urine.”
“That’s a thing?”
She turned around to give me an unimpressed look. “Yes. We encourage farmers to use it instead of harmful pesticides to protect their cr
