Most of the side effects of being a werewolf had become an everyday occurrence to Hunter, things that he had either adapted to or could ignore, but the scent of his sister was not and never would be one of those things. Every time she came close enough for him to take in her scent, it was like the first time. Even over the smell of the hay and the horses, she filled his senses.
"Notice anything new?" he asked with a grin, glancing at the new saddle and then back at Fawn. Even as a child, he had never been able to keep secrets from her, which was astounding considering how well he seemed to keep them from everyone else.