Sarah
We were close. I could tell. I could feel my mate, my brother all the people I loved and cared about close by, o near that I should be able to smell them.
My nose should have been able to pick up their cent and yet all I could smell was blood. The air was full of that coppery twang. It coated the inside of my nose and mouth. Making it hard to breathe.
One last turn onto an almost dirt road, the trees closing in on either side.
Just up there, or so Locks voice in my head told me. Was the safe house. Not that I needed him to tell me. I could feel the magic in the air. It swirled around me as surely as the stench of blood and death did.
We were too late. Whatever had happened here was already over. The stench of death was everywhere.
Slowing the bike to a halt, I held up my
