Jake's POV

He must be stupid. His brain must have fallen clear out of his head.

That was the only explanation for what Jake had done last night.

He'd followed a scent trail. There was a stench winding through the streets, a filthy smell like rotten flesh. Sometimes, he was jealous of regular humans. They bustled around him, unable to smell it, but he was nearly gagging.

Jake had made the decision to shift because he liked the clarity.

In his wolf form, he could ...