"I smell a she-wolf and, oddly enough, a half-vampire?" Logan said, moving to the prince's side. "No, that's impossible. Vampires are extinct. This is something different, though. I smell a demon!"
"A she-demon, or a female half-breed," Ulrich muttered, obviously distracted. Who could it be? Her scent was intoxicating, like a fragrance of vanilla and strawberry. Addicting.
"What if it's a trap, my lord, to lure you again?" Elmer murmured as he wrinkled his nose. Yes, it was a female half-breed.
"I don't think so. If they wanted to trap me, they could have done it earlier... when I was unconscious."
"True," Logan deduced, "but sire, I think we are in the werewolves' territory now. Above his tunnel is Alpha Liam's pub."
"It seems like you forgot to mention this earlier, elf."
"Well, sire, we have been walking for about thirty minutes, so-"
