Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Five
Drake’s wolves moved up the stairs towards the offices that had been made into makeshift bedrooms. Eli stood still. He took a deep breath and smelled the scent of her blood, her fear.
The smell of it made his heart twist up but he centered himself. Letting his beast rise to the surface but he didn’t shift.
He could smell her, the faint soft scent of his mate. The sharp tang of her fear mixed with her scent but it was overlaid with a sweetness, a scent uniquely Abby. It soothed his beast.
Opening his eyes, he shot a quick look at Drake and Owen. He didn’t want Abby to be hurt but he also didn’t want Owen to lose control over his demon. If he did, it would put them all in danger.
Drake rested a hand on Owen’s shoulder and Eli nodded. Letting everythin
