Tom

I TAKE Scape’s phone and wallet and pocket them. I already searched the men inside the cabin. None of them carried IDs or phones. I need to find their vehicle.

I sniff the air. I’m getting better at identifying the different scents around me, and I don’t detect any new humans. I’ve dealt with them all.

I check the body of the guy I shot in the trees. He’s dead, no ID.

“Let’s get you inside,” I say carefully. Jasmine hasn’t moved, and I scent her fear and shock. I don’t know if she will even let me in that cabin with her, but I have to at least make sure she’s unharmed. The urge to care for her is overwhelming. Once I know she’s safe, that she can safely return to her life and her family, I will leave. I need to get away from anyone I could hurt.

“Are-are they all dead?”

I smell only death. I nod. Even though the danger is over, my body is still tense. I’m wary of an