Chapter 20: _ Bright Child
Isleen
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stood up from bed as the familiar vampire scent snaked through my senses. It sent a prickle of alertness down my spine. I mean, who wouldn't be alerted to smell a vampire in their surroundings at this hour of the night?
Had it been before, I would have doubted this scent as we had thought that there was no way vampires could scale through the veil but after the attack, everyone knew better.
I was a special wolf with a special ability. We wolves usually don't possess special abilities unless for the laid down ones that were attached to being a Wolf. However, in my case, such wasn't the case.
My type was a rare breed, found in one wolf in a million years. That much meant that I was probably the only special wolf around in a million years.
My ability was to sense other creatures that weren't my kind at a certain radius. Hence, I guess my reaction was justified for this smell that lingered around that night.
I crept to the window, eyes scanning the shadows below. Nothing. I found nothing unusual. Just a couple of wolves returning from their late-night jobs.
"Did I smell this wrong? Such has never happened before." I tilted my head, frustration chewing at me.
Was it mere paranoia, or were these premonitions intensifying?
However, just as I was about to turn away from the window, my wolf snarled. Another aroma drifted up – one that made my heart stuttered. It was one scent so delicious that I knew I could smell it forever without getting tired.