Palisa
The nasty floorboards groaned under my weight as I moved deeper into the messy space. My fingers trailed over surfaces thick with dust, disturbing it into small clouds that caught in the dim light filtering through the broken roof.
Old clothes lay in a heap against one wall. I picked through them methodically, fabric disintegrating in places where moths and time had done their work.
How exactly was I going to sift through this mess to even properly find that darn scent of hers?!
I stood still, waiting for the dust to settle while sifting through my senses and finetuning it to pick what I wanted.
Beneath the dust, mildew and months of neglect, I found it.
It was faint, and almost imperceptible. But it was there.
That Omega scent.
A smile curved my lips.
The young Alpha was right that she had changed. The scent from that hall was vastly different from what I was smelling here. Her scent had shifted into something else entirely.
But it wasn't fully gone.
