Fenris PerspectiveThe stench of this place is overpowering. Thick rot, industrial waste, and rusted metal burn my sinuses, but beneath it all, something miraculous happens. As I tear through the labyrinth of abandoned warehouses, I feel it, a faint, desperate tug in the center of my chest. The mate bond. It’s weak, suffocating under whatever poison they've pumped into her, but the sheer physical proximity of her soul is trying to stitch it back together.I follow the pull. As I stalk through a shattered doorway into the largest warehouse, another scent hits me, making my upper lip curl in a vicious snarl.Roses. Belladonna was here.She is going to pay for this with her life, but first, I have to find my mate.I move silently through the shadows, filtering the air. There...the faintest, sweetest trace of vanilla and peaches. But it's corrupted. It's mixed with the harsh, stinging aroma of bleach, a sharp metallic tang, and a bitter,
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