Te lone werewol smelled like silver and pain. Or maybeit wasn’t pain, maybe it was ear. In human orm, AndrewDare’s nose had missed that undertone altogether, and evenin wol it was elusive. Her trail wove beneath one o thepower line towers straddling this strip o grassy, undevel-oped land, and the metal bar clipped the top o Andrew’sears as he padded under. He twitched his ears, checkingagain or any nearby humans, but he remained alone or themoment.Pain and ear or not, she was a Were carry ing silver, andthat could mean only one thing: she was a European. Only
European Were used silver on each other and would there-
ore have reason to carry it, and damned i Andrew wasgoing to let any o them cause trouble in his alpha’s terri-tory.