Chapter Thirty-One
Stalking the Scent
***Damon***
I’m getting closer. I could feel it. I sniffed the dewy night air until my snout found the rotting scent of decay, pine and dying flowers, overmasking the poison that was never far from my senses. It was the unmistakable smell you get from a graveyard.
I sniffed again and focused on the suspect’s scent. The bitter scent of Wolfsbane was rich and potent and made Watcher shudder. The suspect’s not in the cemetery, but... I narrowed my ears. He went left into the trees…
White hot breath escaped my elongated mouth as I took off after the suspect. I was getting close, my hackles tingling, my body tightening.
When I reached a decrepit old farmhouse, the moon was covered entirely by grey rain clouds. The scent of rain had now filled the a
