Patricia

　　It's when I'm walking home with Elijah, Wesley, William, and Finn that my nostrils flare, and my brain kicks into overdrive. Riley's blood is on my knuckles, and here is the weird part: Riley herself carries the smell of a Winterbite werewolf, but her blood has a scent similar to roses.

　　I freeze, and when Elijah turns around, my lips part. "Elijah, can you answer a question for me?"

　　His irises dilate with interest. "Shoot."

　　I wet ...