Something shifted in the air. A scent. It laced the fury as if coating it. My jaw went slack as I stared down at Wren. The room went silent as we gawked at her unconscious form. It was her scent we smelled. That same wildflowers and rain as before, but with a different root now. She smelled of wolf. And of caster. But more than that, she smelled like…home.
