"Rogue?" He asks and I nod, closing my eyes to focus on the scent and locate the direction of where the smell of blood is coming from. There are multiples of victims the scents of at least three rogues being so strong it makes my eyes water.
"We need to see where the blood is coming from. Can you drive while I direct us?" I ask, Atticus nodding in agreeance as he does his best to hide his fangs from the view of the humans. In silence, we rush to the garage, me throwing my keys to Atticus and climbing into the passenger seat as he puts the vehicle into drive.
"Right at the exit." I state, making sure all windows are open. Eyes closed, I cling to my moonstone, feeling the magic strengthening my senses.
"Left in three hundred meters."
"Right then straight for five hundred."
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