Author’s POV:
The Triplets couldn’t think of anything else except to find where that scent was coming from. It drew them in, calling on them like a sweet melody. They were enthralled by the scent. Nothing mattered anymore.
“Upstairs?” the manager repeated, a little confused.
“Are there any workers left inside the orphanage?” Jaxon asked as Jackson took a few steps forward, sniffing the air.
The manager gasped as she saw the color of the Triplets eyes. It was the red color of Alphas. Something was happening.
She tried not to stutter as she replied. “A few of the workers stayed with the smaller children who couldn't come out to welcome you.”
“Take us to them,” Jace ordered, surprising himself as a low growl slipped out.
“That won't be necessary,” Jackson said, “I have the scent.” The
