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The Scent of Home

Fear has a scent. It is the only thing that remained for me to call my own in Gloomwood. But under it, buried deep in my skin, was his scent—Alpha, home, and protector. I just had to pray the monsters smelled him more than they smelled my terror.

In the Gloomwood, the darkness seemed to breathe, s...