Wolf Sirens Night Fall: What Rises Must Fall (Wolf Sirens #3) by Tina Smith

The smell of her hit Sky like a slap in the
cheek when he came upon it - the huntress; it was palpable, and her
sweat lingered in the air. Sky silently wanted her to break in
again, to see her, and kiss her cool, moist lips. His heart gave a
shudder.
    Shell entered
the stuffy room, her uneven eyes alive following the trail. She
came in, licked her lips, and screwed her nose up as though she had
been chasing the odour this way and that, all over the house. Her
blue eyes were unusually excited by the unleashed prey that had
been in her territory.
    “Fresh meat,”
she said as she assessed his reaction. He knew better than to give
her one, and he covered his baleful expression under a facade of
casual concern. Though Shell understood him better than most in the
pack, she seemed to have been starved of warm blood and Sky worried
she may, one day, do something unintentional that she would regret
because of that fact. Paws had deliberately and cruelly denied her
fresh blood. Shell was well below anyone in rank; she had to
participate in the hunt and if she was lucky, he gave her a cold
piece of bone with some sinew on it. She had lost weight since
coming here and her dark brown hair had grown long. Shell was like
Sky, under strict instruction not to leave the compound unless
accompanied, usually by Narine’s lackey Angele or Genna, when she
wasn’t at the hospital.
    “Least she
didn’t go through my stuff.” Shell watched his eyes and then
relaxed her penetrating glare when he pretended not to care. The
wild look in her eye subsided. She regained herself and he breathed
a sigh of relief when she left the room for downstairs.
    Sky resisted
the urge to dive into the cool pillows on his bed to inhale her
more deeply. He could hear Angele excitedly talking to the others
in the main room and he decided to act fast. The scent was
strongest on his bed; he followed it to the pillow and panicking,
he almost ripped the pillowcase with ferocity, tugging it free and
shoving it in his clothes basket. Just as he finished, Angele with
her limp followed by Paws and Narine entered the room looking
furtively; they hardly had to breathe the air to taste her strongly
in the atmosphere of his room. Sky had to remind himself they
didn’t know who she was exactly, by the scent alone.
    Paws asked the
obvious. “Do you know who it might have been?” He gave a sideways
glance at Sky. Her essence was everywhere. Their eyes danced,
chasing it.
    “No.” He lied –
they all knew who it was, it couldn’t be anyone else. He tried not
to swallow.
    Narine marched
further into the room with Paws and they set about turning up the
mattress and bedding. As they did, Angele watched from the doorway.
Sky stared on mutely as Angele did, as they walked about poking at
things. Like wardens.
    “Did she take
anything?” Paws asked, orange eyes turned on him, after he lifted
the laundry basket to reveal more carpet.
    “I’m not sure,”
Sky mumbled, looking down so they wouldn’t see the telling flicker
of fear in his eyes. Tyler walked past the doorway but didn’t look
in.
    “Check,” he
advised as Narine left the room, nudging past Angele. Paws brushed
past her also.
    Angele lingered
and spoke to Sky. “Narine's calling a meeting,” she said. She
glanced at him and went out after Paws with a swish of her brown
shoulder length hair, which had been dyed and trimmed to conceal
her identity. Sky stood alone for a moment.
    Shell peeked in
the doorway on her way past. “Better tidy up,” she advised, seeming
more herself.
    He heard Angele
laugh from down the hall. She had known nothing of this world
before being taken from high school. She was, surprisingly, one of
Paws’s earlier choices at creating a mate. When she wasn’t a good
fit and he’d used her enough, he selected another woman. Angele had
then been knocked down in rank by Narine's arrival. After he had
them fight over him to determine the stronger bitch, by some
miracle she had lived, but was