Chapter 72

Troy

I glanced at Quinn. She was exhausted, so plae that even her lips lost its colour, and the muscles around her jaw worked hard as she tried to fight through the headache caused by the extended mind link.

I wasn't feeling too hot myself, but I was determined to tell her everything now that I had started. I couldn’t break the mind link. It was too dangerous, and the scent of rotting meat wafted across the orchard, mixing in with the fresh smell of wet earth and ripening peaches.

There was a Lycan in the orchard, and judging by his stench, a bad one. A man that had been irredeemably corrupted.

It was so bad that I couldn’t even catch his regular scent under the stench, and I had no idea who it was.

“Can you smell that?” Quinn asked in my head.

“Yes. Just pretend you don’t know he’s there. Lean into me a little - let him think we’re just a regular couple in love, enjoying each other’s company.”

"Is it your father?"

"No. He smells like rotten fish. I'm not even kidding. It's rev