She was human. The truth of it hit the back of Finn's throat as he got closer and inhaled more of her scent. His mate was human. It was a fact that had no judgment attached to it, it was just with the instant understanding that she was far more vulnerable than he would have imagined.
Every step he got closer brought new information about her, lighting up behind the back of his eyes. The herbal soap that she washed with mingling with the pine of the forest. The tangy fear that he could almost taste and the knowledge of where that fear arose from… the soft, vulnerable flesh of her arms and the area between her legs where more of those glands were located. And whoever was threatening her had a visual of her right now and those areas and that same scent…
