The Alpha's Key
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh.
My eyes gleamed and my mouth watered in anticipation.
I took in a deep breath, eliminating the nearby smell of the forest, and latched on to the scent of the two figures. My nostrils flared, one of them smelled like damp fur and raw meat while the other smelled rosemary and jasmine, fresh and sweet.
A werewolf and a witch.
What an unusual combination.
In other regions, these two species do not mix with each other. In fact, wars have been fought between the two races. And yet, from their heart rate, they appear to be quite at ease with each other's presence.
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