Over the last two years, Dean had come to understand his pheromones better than before.
That was the polite way to phrase it.
The less polite way was that Dean had learned he could use almost anything as ammunition.
His field of neutralization had become stronger, steadier, and far more precise. It no longer spread like instinct alone. It obeyed him now, tightening, thinning, expanding, sharpening around command zones, injured soldiers, unstable dominants, infected residue, and whatever else the universe decided to throw at him before breakfast.
Dean refused to give Arion full credit for that.
Or the bond.
Even if it was mostly training with Arion and the bond.
Unfortunately, knowing one had become useful in a beast season did not protect one from paperwork.
