LoganThe scent hit me before I reached the edge of the woods.Not rogue.Not pack.Not human.Fae.Ancient Fae.Every instinct inside me screamed that something had crossed into Hawthorn territory that never should have been able to.Ethan was beside me in an instant, matching my pace stride for stride as we tore through the forest beneath the moonlight. Branches snapped beneath our boots, leaves whipping against our legs, neither of us caring about the noise anymore. Whoever—or whatever—had been standing beneath Olivia’s window was already gone.Or so I hoped.I skidded to a stop near the flower beds where Olivia had pointed.The scent lingered.Fresh.Strong.Unlike anything I’d ever smelled before.It carried wildflowers, rain, and something strangely familiar, almost ancient, like the oldest part of the forest after a storm. My wolf surged forward inside me, nostrils flaring as though he wanted to chase it to the ends of the earth.“Find it.”“I’m trying.”Ethan crouched beside t
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