‘What’s that smell?’ I asked, as much to myself as to Tony who was striding ahead. He stopped in his tracks and turned around. ‘You got wolf in your family?’ he enquired. I was taken aback. ‘No. Of course not.’ He raised an eyebrow. ‘You can smell the herbs, though.’ ‘They’re not exactly subtle. And when you say herbs—’ He rolled his eyes. ‘Don’t get your panties in a twist. They’re nothing illegal. It’s verbena blended with wolfsbane.’ ‘To ward off the supes?’ I guessed. ‘Yep.’ He started walking again. ‘Does it work?’ ‘No.’
Oo .... so it's for the sake of whoever writes policy?
