#Chapter27
She Ran
Colton? …. I blanche and mind link via our mate bond only, the fear rippling over my spine as I figure out what the strong metallic and awful smell is that's engorging my senses and leaving me hyper aware as one sickly vision clouds my sight. A dark terrifying night when I was clinging onto life by a thread and all the people, everyone I had known, were ripped to shreds around me. I almost vomit with the return of that scene in my mind's eye, my body shuddering in revulsion and pain as my broken heart rips at old scars and tears well up in my eyes.
Wolf blood smells different to most other things in nature, and dead wolf is the most unique of all. It's like the second our life essence drains it leaves the red fluid rancid and potent so no animals will come and try to feast on remains. It's the smell of death, of repulsion and awful things, from the night of the courtyard when vampires almost killed me.
