I'm always sure about scent, she said. You're the one who keeps deciding not to listen.
I kept moving through the sequence. Four more attempts. Each one fell apart in a different place. Some low-grade unease spreading through my chest like static.
Angela, Silvia said. Stop the sequence. Now.
I'm almost done—
The scent has moved twice, she said. They've repositioned while you were running that last sequence. This is deliberate tracking behavior, not a curious bystander. Stop the music. Stop moving. Listen to me.
I stopped mid-step. Stood still. Let my wolf senses open fully.
She was right. The scent was wrong — wrong location, wrong direction, no pack bond underneath it. Something that had been at the corridor entrance was now at the fire door. It had moved without me noticing.
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