San’s POV

I swear I smelt a burst of fresh cucumbers and mint in this stinky, wild, hormonal crowd!

My wolf, Sierra can never be wrong.

But where in the Lord’s name did that heavenly, fresh scent go to?

I seriously hope no one is playing a trick on me or else, I swear that person shall never see better days.

Sierra had been bursting with joy when that faint whiff of fresh fragrance had floated in suddenly and captured my olfactory senses in a delightful ...