"You do smell like a rogue, but you smell like nothing else. Just as pack wolves have a particular scent, they also carry the scents of things around them. You do not. It is purely the scent of a rogue, which makes me wonder if it's truly your scent or one that was magically manufactured," she says. "I assure you, Luna, I am a rogue, just as my granddaughter is. I think it is best we leave now that she is awake. You obviously don't trust us and I don't want any problems with you or your pack." I turn and reach for the handle of the door.
Before I can even touch it, a hand is placed firmly against the door. "Ester I have a few more questions, and you will tell me the complete truth," she says. I fight the urge to laugh as I can tell she used her Luna command. Wolves such predictable creat
