The scent of wrongness filled his nose as soon as they entered. A low growl sounded to his right. He glanced at his mate and saw Dare's eyes had changed, the pupils elongated, the iris's glowing. "Keep it together, babe," he said in a low voice. "I don't have any clothes for you to change into." "I know," Dare's voice was deeper than Steven had ever heard before. He could tell his mate was having difficulty not switching to his tiger form with the scent of so many mutants in the air. Steven's eyes swept the warehouse. The thick dust showed multiple footprints from earlier, but nothing else he could see. He slowly released his humanity, his eyes shifting to their sharper wolf form. Inhaling deeply, he sneezed, his eyes watering from the combined scents of dust, mouse droppings, mold, and a strong scent of the other creatures. The smell of something twisted and unnatural had overwhelmed all the other scents before. "You can't miss that scent trail," Dare said beside 52 Denying Dare Amber Kell him.
