She’d never be able to sniff out converts and such; her nose just wasn’t that good. And even though she might hear a little better than before, it was nothing compared to Aiden, who could locate a rabbit underground and spear it through the roof of its burrow before the animal even knew he was there.
Little bit. What did that even mean? A little bit Wolfen? Not enough to get the official club member badge? Or were there hierarchies among them, and the weaker ones ended up like pets to the stronger?
“I like it,” Bryce said.
“Well, I don’t.” She hated it, and Bryce for using it
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