Chapter One Hundred Forty Two
Danger filled conversations are deemed normal these days.
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Third Person’s Point of View
It was a frigid night.
Leighton stepped on the obvious traces of the wet pavement, not minding how the puddle of water splashed on his track boots. From all the situations that gathered in his hands, the last thing he minded was how dirty he was getting. Hands slamming the door of his car, his blue eyes focused on the simple coffee shop. Most werewolves hated this place as the scent is too strong for them to gather anything.
However, this is not the same for Leighton.
Trained for a condition like this, he has no problem catching everything he wanted. Scents roamings around to all who had visited the place, but one specific scent lingered in his nose. He is well a
