The Scent of Another

POV SIENNA

"We need to stay here, Theo," I whisper.

The words hang in the chilly air, heavy and suffocating. Theo’s hands drop from my shoulders, his chest freezing mid-heave. He stares down at me, his thick brows shooting up toward his hairline in utter disbelief. The protective warmth that always radiated from him vanishes, swallowed by the bitter cold of the pack border.

"What do you mean?"