Sloane
I jolt up in bed.
‘Aisling, what’s wrong?’ I ask, knowing only Aisling could have pulled me out of my sleep that quickly.
‘Someone was in our room.’
‘Who?’
‘I don’t know. They smell … familiar, but not familiar.’
I have no idea what that means. I look around the room, using Aisling’s heightened senses to listen for any sound or see any movement.
The door to my bedroom is open. I get up and walk to the door, looking down the hallway, Then I smell it, him. Aisling’s right. His scent is familiar but not.
‘He’s not part of this pack. He’s an intruder,’ she says.
I lift my head and howl that we have an intruder before taking off down the stairs and following his scent.
“Sloane!” I hear Grandpa Waylon shout from the Alpha floor, but I ignore him. Aisling is on the hunt.
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