The scent trail leads me to the kitchen, growing stronger with each silent step of my paws against the hardwood floors. My sensitive nose categorizes the information in layers—pack members have passed through recently, their familiar markers overlaid with sweat and gunpowder. Beneath that, something foreign—male, unknown, carrying the harsh chemical bite that burns my nostrils. Not just weapon residue. Something worse. My ears pivot independently, filtering the chaotic sounds of battle ...