Hot Blooded
conversation. But just so
you
know, Dad and I both don’t think this has anything to do with me being the next Alpha. I’m not a threat to your direct status.” Tyler was on track to be the next Alpha leader, and every wolf in the Pack knew it. There was a distinct difference between being alpha-born and Alpha. Alphas were leaders, meant to be head of Pack—alphas were dominant wolves with aggressive natures.
    “I know.”
    My jaw unhinged a bit. “What you do mean,
you know
?”
    “That smell thing I was just telling you about?”
    “Yeah.”
    “I’m really good at it.”
    “So?”
    “If you were supposed to be the Alpha, I’d already know it.”
    “What? How does smell have anything to do with being a leader of Pack?”
    “Dad and James both have the same particular scent underlay. It took me a long time to figure out what it meant. It isn’t something I can explain in words. Scents are complex and strange, with millions of delicate layers. But I knew what it was when…” He stopped.
    “What?” I urged.
    “When I scented it on myself.”
    “Wow. That’s crazy,” I breathed. “Do you think being able to smell other people’s auras is a special gift of some kind?” Many supes had additional powers, something enhanced beyond the scope of what was normal for their supernatural Sect. My brother could run twice as fast as any other wolf, which was considered a “gift.”
    “No.” He reached up and rubbed the back of his neck and paced in a circle before answering. Just like our Dad. “I think I’ve just paid extra attention to it over the years and honed what was already there—what every wolf is capable of doing. We underutilize our noses because we rely too heavily on our strength.”
    That was the truth. “So let me get this straight. You’re saying I don’t smell like a leader? What exactly do I smell like then?”
    “I didn’t say that. I said you don’t smell like an
Alpha
. There’s a difference.”
    “Less than a week ago you told me I smelled like a yucky girl.”
    “You do… You have a very distinct smell. At first I thought it was because you were female, but now I’m not quite sure what it is. But your ‘aura,’ or whatever you want to call it, is totally unique. I’ve never smelled it on anyone, human or supe.”
    “Maybe it’s the Lycan marker?”
    “That’s a possibility.” He seemed deep in thought for a minute.
    My eyes caught the light—or rather absence of light—out my window.
    I must have appeared shocked, because Tyler turned to look out the window too. “What?” he shouted as I turned and ran without so much as another word.
    “It’s full fucking dark!” I yelled as I raced into my bedroom.

5

    I ripped a duffel out of my closet and tossed it onto my bed. Then I yanked every shirt and jean combination I had in my drawers and threw them into the bag, finishing with various undergarments. My kick-ass gear, made of spandex with reinforcements, and my stash of weapons went in after.
    Luckily, most of my throwing knives were packed together in a modest-sized carrying case. My dirks, made for quick slashing, were wrapped in safety sheaths. I threw them on the very top and zipped it all up. Once I got outside, I’d grab my palm-sized handgun out of my car. I owned a 9mm Glock that shot silver hollow-point bullets, each filled with a gram of silver shavings at the tip, for those pesky hard-to-kill beasties. Guns were considered a pansy alternative for wolves, but I was willing to use whatever it took to defeat Selene.
    Pansy-assed or not.
    I dropped the bag outside my bathroom door and opened a few vanity drawers, grabbing essentials and shoving them intothe side pockets lining the duffel. Then I pulled my long, dark hair in to a ponytail for ease of travel. For combat, I’d secure it in a bun and hope like hell it stayed there.
    I was back in the living room in less than seven minutes.
    Tyler stood by the door waiting for me.
    “Where’s your stuff?”

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