Leaning down, Jacob picks up a piece of the plastic that clearly had something written on it, before he stands up holding it in front of him, as his head tilts to the side while he blankly stares at it.
“What the hell is a Yama?” Jacob asks, clearly not putting two and two together, as it is now apparent that an accident has happened here with a similar sport utility vehicle just like the one we had driven here.
Dismissing Jacob’s question, my wolf began to sniff around in the area that Jacob stood in, and I could now smell Raven’s scent even more predominant. Instead of making me feel better, it was actually making me worry, because it was clear that she was involved in a recent accident.
With my wolf’s nose pointed to the ground, he began to try and track Raven’s scent, but her sce
