My eyes were wide as I looked at the tall man who had just asked me what I was doing in his Packhouse, but his eyes didn't meet mine, and a girl who must have been eight or nine years old crawled out from where she had been hiding under a table further down the hallway.
I hated it that my senses were barely functioning here; I could barely tell when there were people around me here, and I realized that the things I had smelled where things I had been focussing on - the smell of the kitchen, and of Alpha Walker's distinctive masculine scent. Those things had reached me, but I didn't notice the young girl who had been hiding in the hallway or the man who I thought had heard me.
It was something else I could mention to Alpha Walker, at least; it made no sense, so it could be useful informat
