Chapter 138. Casted Doubts

Adeline POV

I bury my nose deep into the damp forest floor, inhaling the earthy soil. Although faint, I would remember that distinct scent anywhere. I vividly recall how potent it was, burning sharply into my nostrils when he was pushed up against me in the hallway of the pack house. The scent is somehow both exhilarating yet terribly cruel.

Jaxon's mind links me, his massive wolf head cocked slightly to the side in concern. “What did you pick up?” He stares at me for a long moment before approaching me, gently rubbing his wolf’s heavy head under mine in a warm gesture of support and comfort.

My lungs burn desperately for air, and I suck in a punishing breath through my snout. “Christian’s scent. It’s everywhere,” I explain through the link.

Like clockwork, Jaxon pushes his nose down against the