No second to lose

DEVON'S POV

I move about slowly, carefully scrutinizing the scene, searching for any clue to what must have taken place here. A gush of air sweeps through the open door, wafting a kaleidoscope of scents into my nostrils. One of which was Rachel; I could recognize her hypnotic scent anywhere.

Judging from the trails of scents left behind, there were at least five other people in the house when the incident occurred. All of them were men. I stuck my nostrils in the air, sniffing in more scents, hoping to decipher more clues. My eyes widened in horror as I perceived the strong scent of a werewolf.