Esme sighed softly and fixed her gaze ahead. By now, everyone else had noticed Lennox, halting in place before cautiously retreating on their horses, careful not to draw his attention.
She was relieved that the group had taken Neville's advice seriously, using the potion he brewed to mask their scent from others.
He had assured them that the potion would suppress their scent for at least two days, which meant the effect would fade by dawn.
"Of course he'd be the first to make an entrance," Donovan muttered with evident disdain laced in his tone, easily recognizing the overpowering scent of a lycan, one that could only belong to Lennox.
