Thorne’s POV
“This is where the border was disturbed,” Sanders says, crouching in his human form as I try to find a scent in my wolf form.
An odd, sour smell reaches my nose, and I growl.
“I smell it too. It’s a scent blocker,” Sanders says. I nod. Whoever was snooping around his forest was prepared and didn’t want to be found.
Sanders stands and looks around, his golden wolf eyes glowing in the dark. “We shouldn’t wait around here for long. This is where rattlesnakes like to nest, and we don’t want to run into one or multiple rattlers.”
I had noticed the slick, scaly scent when we arrived, but guessed the area had been abandoned since we haven’t seen any snakes. Though, they could be hunting like we are.
“We’re probably not going to find the intruder,” Sanders speaks up again, m
