Chapter Twenty-Eight - Mason

The smell of lycan filled the streets of Slade Springs. I could count on my hand how many times I ventured into town in the last several weeks. It was one reason none of us smelled the heavy scent of lycan because we rarely went into town. I’d spent two hours trying to find the culprit. I didn’t understand the reason it smelled like lycan and not human. Was the lycan walking the streets in her wolf form at night? It was ballsy. Or deranged. I wasn’t sure which one yet. I grabbed a shopping cart once I made it inside and pushed it toward the first aisle. “Did you hear about the new girl?” I stopped on the aisle, angling my head near the Frosted Flakes. “Jacob’s cousin?” “Yeah. She’s hooking up with Mason. I mean…does she have a golden vagina? I tried to get his attention for years.” I grinned, knowing that was most likely Heather Scott. I continued, walking slowly not to draw attention. “Well, someone had to spark his interest. I’d pegged them for not liking girls a long time