ALICE POV
As I heard his footsteps echoing through the hall, I turned, catching sight of Alex emerging from the basement and making his way into the pack house. He looked… well, like he’d rolled around in a battlefield. Blood smeared his skin and clothes, dried in patches that cracked with each step he took. A faint, pungent stench hit me even from here, like something sour and metallic, mixed with the unmistakable stench of… rotten eggs? I scrunched my nose instinctively, unable to hold back a soft gag.
“Ugh, Alex!” I waved a hand in front of my nose in mock desperation, catching his bemused grin as he came closer. “Go shower—seriously. You smell like you just walked out of a landfill.”
He chuckled, undeterred. “That bad, huh?”
“Worse. Go, before I pass out.”
He raised an eyebrow, sm
