~ISSA

I could smell things no other werewolf can perceive.

Emotions.

I loved the smell of fear the most. These men had no idea what they were in for. I could literally see Iran smiling with the glee of death as he watched from within me.

“Who is the fucker?” The rapist scoffed as he said, looking at his men in confusion.

“Are you high?” Stone asked coldly. “My friend said to get the fuck out of here.”

“Tell me who your friends are, and I will tell you who you are,” I ...