So, I focus my nose and ears, searching for any sign of her in the stadium. So many scents slam into me- sweat, body spray, popcorn, hot dogs, and finally a faint trace of strawberry somewhere above me.
Fiona.
“Move!” I shout, making people jump apart and giving me a path to run through. I make it to the second floor, following the barely there scent, but it disappears as I get blocked off by another crowd.
“She’s close,” my wolf tells me. I agree, but as her scent disappears behind the many other smells, I switch to depend on my hearing alone and continue elbowing my way through people.
With the overwhelmingly loud crowd, I do my best to block out unnecessary sounds such as doors closing, coaches yelling to pack up, workers directing people. I shut them out one by one, starting wit
