*Brody*
The snow melted under the pressure of my pressing bulk, but not fast enough to dissolve the snowdrift I had used as a cover. My breathing and heart rate slowed to a sporadic, almost nonexistent pulse. Thanks to my wonderful white wolf's abilities, I could get close to the people I was spying on.
'I can hear footsteps—a few, at least. I can smell the strong scent of vampires, overpowering the rest. I'll call you when they're in my range of senses.' Taylor reported while I stared at the cabin with the parked SUV and two snowmobiles.
'Saorsa, how's the motel?' I asked for the status.
'Apart from the horny and drunk lumberjacks, it's pretty quiet. But I did catch a few werewolf scents. Maybe the local pack, I'll be on the lookout.'
The answer was short. Saorsa never goes into unne
