Sierra's POV
The man who stopped us was gazing at Aaron and me curiously, head tilted slightly to the side. He had his arms folded across his broad chest, and a smirk curled at the corner of his thin lips. His strawberry blonde hair was buzzed on the sides but longer on the top, giving a more sophisticated mohawk. I looked into his black eyes, trying not to show weakness but confused about why he had blocked our path to leave. Brooklyn told me he was a phoenix shifter, and I could sense it myself. He was giving off a similar scent to Ladreo, but it was slightly different, meaning he was from a different clan. Was the look on his square face suspicion or impression?
"Can I help you with something?" Aaron asked, still holding tightly to my hand on his arm.
"I just haven't seen you here
