Chapter 170 Marc
I had worked tirelessly on the car. But nothing I did seemed to make a difference. Fuck knows what was wrong with it. I was increasingly aware of the rogues lingering, but I did nothing to anger them, knowing that with the number that were known to be in this area, I stood no hope of protecting the girls if they were to turn on us. It was best to continue with trying to fix the car and hope they went on their way, leaving us alone. That was what we needed...
The moment Morgan stepped from the car my wolf was going wild with apprehension. He knew it was not good. If the rogues got the scent of the girls, they were more likely to come closer… more likely to attack. That was why I had intentionally spilled some of the fuel from the can on the edge of the road to confuse their senses. The strong sense of car fuel was overwhelming for their noses, and I had hoped it would detract from the overpowering scent of the she-wolves.