#Chapter167
The man’s leg was bleeding and would explain the strong scent of blood upon entering the cave. But that wasn’t all I noticed, it was the lingering scent of my mate, she had been gone for a while but I couldn’t be mistaken, I would know her scent anywhere.
/"You, what’s your name?/" I ask the rogue whose eye I removed.
/"Tim/" He stutters out and I step closer, loving the fear in his eyes so strong it fills the cave smothering the scent of the fire sitting in the middle.
/"And who are you?/" I ask the curly dark-haired woman hiding behind her wounded mate.
/"Stella, this is my mate Josic/" She whimpers, putting her head down. Good, by the fear in them they know exactly who I am and what I am.
/"Is this everyone in your camp?/" I ask, knowing it wasn’t. The woman nods and I growl, I hate fucking liars. The man watching me, his eyes not leaving me as I approach him. I see the star picket in his leg.
