Roman unlocked his front door and stepped into the quiet house. At once, his wolf senses went off. It was a sharp jolt that made his skin prickle and his breath catch with uneasiness.

Someone, or rather something, had been here.

He froze in the doorway, instincts flooding him with caution. Slowly but deliberately, he reached into his jacket and pulled out his gun, the cold steel grounding him. He scanned the entryway, and the faint scent of smoke and pine hit his nose almost immediately. Not ...