The Mixed Scents

[Nikita]

"Good morning Alpha Knight, I hope you rested well," Qiao said to the visiting alpha who was enjoying the peculiar view of the Pavlenko estate. They had all taken breakfast and were ready to discuss what they had come for in the end.

The warriors and even Drew were there, ready to find a suitable plan of action. However, there was a distinct smell, one that everyone who had the werewolf scent knew so well. A scent that didn't belong to any of them and certainly one that didn't seem to be friendly either.

It was a mixture of multiple odd scents, things that no one would have expected to interact with, at least not in the Pavlenko household. And they all knew who was the bearer of that scent.

Drew.