Caleb’s P.O.V

The moment I stepped out of the diner, my pulse was already hammering. The scent that drifted in the air was both unfamiliar yet agitatingly familiar in a way that I could never forget.

It was the instant that I had gotten a whiff of that scent inside the diner that I knew…I was being watched.

Without wasting another second, I made a dash for it, following that unfamiliar scent, already expecting a challenge. The scent led me to the park across the diner, ...