Chapter 125 Whispers In The Scent Of Cloves

• DRAKE
• Within five minutes, the dining room fills to the brim, and I’m grateful the guest house has working air conditioning; otherwise, thirty-three wolves packed into one space would’ve turned it into a furnace. Carolyn only invited the rogues the Council had brought over, yet the room already feels too small.
• Still, it’s not the crowded room that’s bothering me—it’s that scent. The same one that’s been tickling my senses since I stepped into the guest house. It’s strong here, hidden among the mix of smells, and I know the wolf it belongs to is close. If Briana were here, she’d find him instantly. She’s always been sharper than me when it comes to tracking scents.