Lauchlan
She finally turned and looked at him once more, though now she just looked angry with his words, her lips were pressed into a thin hard line, and she lifted and pointed a scroll that she was carrying right at him.
At his neck, where he knew that although she couldn’t see the scars of his previous marking, she knew there was going to be a marking scar. As he had realized why she had smelled him before, it wasn’t to pick up the pack scent at all. She already knew who he was, and just didn’t care to interact with him; likely because of all that had happened to her inside the pack. What Amora had told her, and what Franco had done to her to get her to leave the pack.
She and her beast had smelled him to scent out if there was another’s venom in his veins, and now she could smell t
