(LOCKE)
Corrine rubs a spot on her chest. "But I would've—We would've sensed it if somebody was tracking us."
I mull over her words, and my voice is thoughtful. "My senses are sharper than yours. If there had been a shifter in the vicinity of the carnival, I would have caught their scent. I only smelled humans there. The only shifters were the four of us."
Corrine gets to her feet, shaking her head. "I know what I saw, Locke. Those marks on his neck were unmistakable."
I follow suit, standing up and watching her as she paces anxiously. "I'm not denying what you saw, Corrine. It is possible that the shifter who attacked your friend was able to mask his scent." My mind is racing, and then I have an idea. There is something I need to verify, however. At the time, I didn't pay much attention to that slight discrepancy. But now, I have to be sure. "I'm going to call Edgar over here to help Derrick keep an eye on you and Finn. I need to go check something."
