*~ Cyrius's POV ~*
Hazel's scent wasn't everywhere…but it was enough.
Faint traces danced on the wind, almost deliberate, like someone had dragged it through the underbrush with a purpose. I knew what that meant. I could feel it. If Cayden and the others were tracking her and they were, no doubt..they wouldn't need much. Not in this forest. The odds of them coming here alone were low, but not nothing.
And tonight… they'd be everything.
That's why I hadn't slept. My nerves were fraying. I'd waited for her to settle, for the babies to grow heavy in their sleep, for that brief illusion of peace. But it never came.
Hazel had said she caught her hand while slicing the deer meat earlier—but I didn't smell it. Not then.
Only now, hours later, her scent had spread she did something and she had done it on purpose.
She had spread her scent through the woods. Probably while I was sleeping . Clever little traitor.
