Faye's POV
How was it possible for a werewolf to exist without any scent whatsoever? Even without my wolf, my omega blood should have carried some trace of fragrance. Perhaps my weakness had grown so profound that even this basic werewolf trait had abandoned me? The questions circled endlessly through my mind, but dwelling on them served no purpose now that I had returned to the mansion, counting down the moments until I could slip away to my father's study.
Hardy had described the mission as "infiltrating," and the word felt foreign on my tongue when I repeated it silently. He spoke of such things with casual familiarity, as if dangerous operations were merely routine tasks. He warned me it would resemble espionage, only far more perilous. That warning alone sent anxious tremors through my stomach. Yet what alternative did I possess?
