ADRIAN'S POV
The night was quiet and cold, with darkness covering everything like a heavy blanket. Each step I took was slow and careful, matching the nervous energy racing through my head. We had arrived at the borders of Redfield without incident, but as we prepared to cross into the city, something stopped me—a scent.
Her scent. Lavender and honey, warm and soft.
It hit me like a flash of lightning. Teresa. My Teresa. Her familiar fragrance, tinged with the faintest hint of our babies, clung to the air like a whispered invite. But why here? Why on a trail that led deeper into the forest —a dangerous place for anyone, let alone a woman with children. Away from the safety of Redfield?
I inhaled again, my sharp senses dissecting the layers of her essence. She wasn't alone, and the scent of wolves—filthy mutts—intermingled with hers.
"Adrian?" Harry stepped closer, his tone laced with uncertainty.
