Chapter Twelve

Ricardo 

My thoughts are running a million miles an hour as I sit at my family's restaurant waiting for Ianthe to join me. What Harry suggested is utterly absurd and inconceivable, yet all the facts point to it being true. 

But how? It's nothing but folk's tale. And if it was true, wouldn't we have known if someone like her actually exists in this world? 

No, there has to be another explanation why nobody else but me can smell her. Maybe they gave her some tonic or something to hide her smell. Her brother seemed very paranoid that unmated wolves would take advantage of her, it could be they're trying to hide her scent to protect her. That's the only logical explanation. 

I can't even think of the other possibility. That changes the game completely for me. 

I can sense her being close before I see her. I must say I'm impressed with the soldiers. They are taking their jobs very seriously.