Azriel's Pov.
A werewolf might forget a face, but will never forget a scent. Even though the man got away, I got his scent, so I followed it. It lead me to a house, I walked up to the front door and knocked. A boy that didn't look older than seven opened the door, "Hello mister, who are you looking for?"
"Sam I told you to never open the door to strangers!" A twenty seven years old woman walked out in a hurry carrying a toddler. "Who are you looking for at this time of the night?" The woman said as she puts her body in front of the eight years old.
"I am a looking for a man… about this tall," I gestured my estimate of the man's height, "He is in the army."
