Carol’s POV
Tension hangs in the air as Aiden’s expression stiffens. I feel my heart drop into my stomach.
“Aiden?” I say slowly. When Aiden looks into my eyes, I know something has changed. He presses his lips together. Judging by the triumphant expression on Aiden’s father’s face, he knows something has changed, too.
“Her scent is gone, isn’t it?” He smirks. Aiden doesn’t respond, which only confirms his suspicions. I can hear a wave of murmurs spread throughout the crowd around us.
“Guards,” he calls out, “take this deceiver out of our home.” Mr. Cruz’s voice carries a current of authority that clearly can’t be denied. A number of imposing-looking werewolves arise out of the crowd, each wearing smart black uniforms. I step back in a panic.
“I’m not a deceiver!” I deny loudly. “The
