Aiden’s pov
Scents are every werewolf's identity in our world.
But somehow I can manipulate them.
I can sniff a person and tell what the person is like. I can feel their emotions, their evil intentions and everything they hide from this world.
Taking a deep breath. I open my palms to let my energy flow. I could feel each particle around me vibrating. Focussing, I let my scent overpower Des and Harolds.
These men can’t go after them. I won’t let them till I stand here.
I blankly stare as they both run away deeper into the meadows. Relief floods in my chest the further they escaped.
“ Turn around. State your name and business.”
My eyes stay fixed on my friend's minimising silhouette. As soon as they vanish into the thick fog. I turn around.
A dozen of enormous wolves stood in front
