Elaris POV
I pushed back my wolf to the rungs of my consciousness before either of them could sniff it out from me. With how much practice and power I had put into masking my scents, it should be impossible.
But with the way the both of them moved, nostrils plunged into the air, shifting partially between their human and werewolf forms, they could sniff death off a corpse.
"Anything the matter?" I inquired cautiously when they drew closer to me. I tried not to be nervous. But I hoped they didn't catch the slight tremble of my hands on my cutlery.
The both of them fixed their gazes on me, sharp and unflinching. I almost flinched at the intensity of their stare. While Karl still debated with himself, brows furrowed in heavy contemplation, Torren charged at me. He pressed his nose on my skin, sniffing.
"What is wrong with you?" I scream nervously, jumping from him. He snatched my arm and forced me back to the seat.
