Lyra didn’t stop running until we were close enough to Clint’s home to pick up his scent.
“Are you ready?” She asked me tentatively.
“Keep going, Lyra,” I insisted, technically avoiding her question. There was a cold fear gripping our
heart, that as we got closer Clint’s scent wouldn’t be the only one we would detect. With Clint’s
heightened alpha senses, he’d be able to detect us before we’d know he wasn’t alone. I wasn’t too
worried about this aspect, though. I wasn’t leaving without talking to him, alone or not.
I scowled at myself as I realised I should have brought my wrap. It was too late to turn back now.
We pressed forward, sniffing the air as we went, but the only scent of Olivia was from our encounter
hours earlier. She hadn’t returned.
“It was just a nightmare,” L
