“Rowan.” I grabbed his face.
“What?” He looked confused.
“You have never scented me.” I dropped my hands as his face fell.
“Yeah, I have.” He shook his head.
“Rowan. No, you haven’t.” I shook my head as I stepped back. “You always scented me as said I smelt wrong, because you were right. I had to hide my scent from Brandon. But you can’t be selective about how your scent is shared.” He nodded.
“I know.” He shook his head. He wasn’t understanding what I was saying.
I snorted. “Do you?” I raised an eyebrow. “Because I don’t think you do. A wolf without a scent is an abomination, so I couldn’t just stop my scent all together.”
“Smart actually. I figured you stopped it around Brandon.” He still looked confused.
“You know that isn’t true. You have been around me when Brandon was.” I poked his chest. “I need you to use that big brain of yours and think. If I needed to hide my scent, but couldn’t not have a scent, what option did I have left?”
He stared at me for a second. “I don’t know
