“What? Your mate is in the pack house?” I asked, shocked because at the moment no one was on the third floor or even in the pack house because they were either training or in school, in the case of the teenagers, and I was certain Elaine eating downstairs wasn't his mate or our parents.

I didn’t get any reply from Benjamin. His nostrils flared as he walked around the room, sniffing at every corner and trying to figure out where the scent, which I couldn’t smell, was coming from. I ...