CHAPTER EIGHTY FIVE
Emory's POV
Back at the werewolf camp, I quietly entered the prisoner's room without anyone noticing. My target, Nelson was sitting on a bottom bunk with his back to her. I stopped a couple of feet away from him and immediately he became rigid and tense, undoubtedly, realizing I was nearby. I had such a strong stench it was impossible for another wolf or any being with a high sensation to miss or not recognize my stench from a distance. it was one of the new traits I have.
Nelson on his part had been acting all weird out, it seemed as though his abilities had been restrained during his stay in the prison yard. Left to the rest of the council, Nelson would long have been dead. But no, even I prevented them because I had read the handwriting on the wall. It got clea
