The scent was everywhere; the smell of pine was crisp and sharp, evergreen, like when I smelled it last night when my wolf returned.

It was overwhelming, but with the mixture of sandalwood, it was warm, rich, and subtle in a good kind of way.

It haunted me all through the night; it clung onto the air like a promise I couldn't outrun.

No matter how tightly I wrapped the duvet around me, no matter how I pressed my face into the pillow, that scent slipped in through the cracks and messed ...