Xander

I smelled her before I saw her.

Rebecca. Her scent slid through the trees like a thread I had been chasing for days, sharp and alive, sweeter for the fear tangled inside it. My wolves had caught pieces of it, but I wanted the full weight of it on my tongue. I wanted her trembling, cornered, mine.

But someone else was in the way.

I stepped into the clearing, and there she was.

I found her.

She was enough to touch, if not for the golden monster ...