"Smell what?" Rowan asked with a frown.
I took a deep breath, carefully concentrating on the small trace of smell I caught in the wind. Among the smell of wet grass and pine, there was something familiar. It took me a couple of seconds before I confirmed my suspicions.
"That!" I said, my eyes widening significantly. "I just smelled Willow's scent! Can't you smell that?"
More than that, I even detected the metallic undertone of blood in the air. My heart began to race with worry. They could be two completely unrelated scents, but I had a feeling Willow wasn't so fortunate.
When I had last spotted Willow's wolf, it was already a frail, bedraggled creature. It wouldn't be difficult for another wild animal to think it was easy prey and land a killing blow.
My stomach twisted, and suddenly, I lost all appetite.
"Willow's scent?" Violet asked, raising an eyebrow. "Briar, have you gone mad? Willow is dead."
