ELISA’S POV
I hadn't meant to leave the kitchen mid-task. I hadn't even planned to leave at all. I had been quietly and peacefully chopping vegetables when the strangest thing happened.
The sound of the knife against the cutting board was almost soothing. The scent of onions and fresh herbs drifted upward, filling the warm afternoon air in the kitchen. It was one of the rare moments when I felt at ease, doing something simple, something normal. Even if this time I was doing it as a pack slave, unlike before. But at least I was still doing something I enjoyed. Plus, it was the only thing keeping me company right now, with no one else around to talk to.
And then… it hit me. A scent. It wasn't the scent itself that caused me to freeze—it was the fact that it smelled strange. It didn’t smel
