Matteo
The atmosphere in the cabin was charged with tension as we contemplated the growing web of mysteries surrounding us. Every corner of the cabin was scrutinized, every trace of evidence examined. We knew that only by unraveling this tangled mess could we hope to protect our pack and the innocent pups that had been taken from us.
Freya's discovery of the peculiar shirt, its scent distinct yet hauntingly familiar, brought a chill to the air. As she held it out for me to inspect, I couldn't deny the unease that gnawed at me. "Do you recognize this scent?" she asked, her eyes searching mine for answers.
The scent was faint, yet there was an undeniable presence in it. It was stronger than the one we had encountered in the cabin where we had rescued Camila. My mind raced as I connected the dots. "This scent is stronger than the one in the cabin where we rescued Camilla. It means that whoever owns this came here before he went to the other cabin and left."