Raven’s POV Everyone acted like nothing was wrong, like I was the only crazy person in the room. It doesn't seem like any of them smelt the blood. I blinked, unsure of what just happened. I could smell it but Leslie could and each time, something was one way, especially on Leslie side, it meant bad news. Everyone around joked, talked, and questioned Fein like he was a hero, but I couldn’t focus, I couldn’t shake the cold crawling over my spine. I leaned slightly, whispering to Leslie inside me. “Are you sure?” “It’s faint,” she whispered back. “But yes, I’m sure. His blood... it has no scent. That’s not normal, it must definitely be impure, I think that's why we can't smell him from afar.” I glanced at Kai again. He stood straight, his arms folded, his eyes locked on Fein, filled with rage and disgust. He looked ready to tear him apart. “Is that why he hates Lycans so much?” I asked Leslie. “Could be,” she replied. “Impurity is a curse to them. Lycans don’t tolerate anythin
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