45. Guest

Atalanta’s pov

I had no clue what they were talking about. My scent? I knew it was a special thing for werewolves, and while I had to admit both Zev and Raiden smell great to me, that’s just because of the perfume they wear.

Honestly, everyone here smells better than at home.

Maybe because hunters don’t really pride themselves on their hygiene. It’s easier to hide your scent when you’re dirty. But it could be the serum I’m taking, that is enhancing my senses.

All week, I have been feeling stressed. Like I had suspected, Archer had told General Sweets where I was heading this weekend, and he had a bunch of plans for me.

He said to gather as much information as I could, but not just by talking to people. Which was hard enough as is. But also by making a map of the packhouse and the pack grounds.

I don’t know why he thought I would be able to do this. I had no training like Archer had. But he wanted me to count guards and watch the soldiers train. To take down the names of everyone of imp