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Hours had passed since Kip had seen Jace. Kira wasn’t in the kitchen, as he had erroneously been told. Kip stopped a passing clan member and asked if he had seen Jace. When he said Jace was in a bout, Kip trudged down the hall to the main training area to watch the bout and see how the younger lycans were progressing. Rumors of war were now a reality and every able-bodied lycan was required to offer their service in defense of the clan.
Roman’s lieutenant, Loger, was heading toward him, with eyes cast downward. At the last moment, Kip moved out of the way to allow Loger to continue on his path and that’s when the air became filled with a familiar fragrance. “Loger!”
Loger halted and turned. “What is it, Kip?” he said with irritation. “I’m kinda busy.”
“Doing what?” Kip stalked forward slowly. Loger was usually seen at his boss’s side like a good little lackey. Now, he was just roaming the halls of the den, not caring who he would run into, and smelling like a beautiful seer who was supposed to be holed up somewhere in this place.
“My business is none of yours.”
“You smell funny.”
Loger’s eyes widened slightly before he recovered. Loger turned around and kept walking. “I’ll take a shower,” he called out.
Got ya.