SHADE POV -
I reached the sinkhole. The stench hit before anything else. Blood. Sweat. Panic. Her panic. Brooke's scent choked the air, twisted with soil and ozone. It clawed at my throat, sharp and metallic. Familiar. Alpha.
Too familiar. Too Alpha.
She crouched in the pit's belly, trembling, foam crusted at the edges of her mouth. Limbs twitching in jolts that didn't make sense. Her fur clung in dirty clumps. Her head jerked up at the sound of my landing. She started posturing instantly, ears pinned back. Teeth bared. She attempted to pace the small area, but her mud-covered feel tripped her up.
She was losing control. She was scared out of her damn mind.
Cy stayed tense at the ridge, ready to jump in the second I signaled. He didn't get closer. He knew better. She would've torn
