Sadie Reed
"You said something back in the house." Something was bothering her, and she needed to
get it off her chest.
"I said a few things inside." He glanced over his shoulder and held her gaze. "Care to be
more specific?"
The irises of his eyes, liquid pools of silver, made her feel as if she had fallen inside a
blacksmith's melting furnace.
"If you can . . . if you can smell them," she hesitates and narrows her eyes, "then why
didn't you know they were here earlier before they attacked? You know, when we first arrived?"
"They used the rain to mask their scents, which is why I didn't pick up on them." He
motions for her to sit on the seat behind him.
"Does that mean you're one of them?" A tremor shakes her body. "One of those things?"
"A lycan, no." Ethan holds out a h
