Lyra

The soft scent of lavender and chamomile filled my nostrils as I stepped out of the dressing room, the elder she-wolves' hands slowly peeling away the flowery petals from my skin. My body felt rejuvenated, healed from its wounds, and the heady, rough lovemaking Ryan and I shared hours earlier.

I craved it just as much as he did. Upon waking, I found him absent, a message on the pillow mentioning a meeting and expressing how he already missed me. My body yearned for his ...