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Stan’s eyes narrowed when he sniffed the air. They had avoided the main entrance of the museum as it was being used by visitors. The museum had two other entrances. He’d taken the one in the back whilst Will checked out the one to the side. That peculiar scent that clung to the air around the back entrance he was checking out could only be that of a particular being.
‘I smell a rat,’ Stan told Will on their mind-link as his eyes shifted around.
‘Something fishy kind of rat or a real rat?’ Will started for the entrance Stan was checking out.
‘More like a werewolf rat.’ Stan sounded surprised. ‘Someone is coming. Stay out of sight!’ he instructed even as he moved closer to the door. “What the fuck is a rogue doing here?” he gasped when the door opened to reveal a strapping young man who had careless violence written all over him.
‘A what!’ Will had heard his mate’s words because he was within earshot.