Sam's POV

Ophelia slipped from the lecture hall out the side door. She barely granted him a sidelong look before she disappeared behind the heavy wooden door.

"You've smelled it, too," Dr. Stravato accused, voice lowering to barely above a whisper.

"I need you to be more specific, Lisa. We're shifters, there's a lot of smells on this campus," Sam warned, tone level.

He was struggling to determine exactly what she was implying. Sam had probably nearly given away his ...