ROWAN'S POV

Even before she stepped inside the dining hall, I could smell her and moon, did she smell so... distinctive.

Like even in a room swamped with werewolves, I could still smell her.

This strange feeling was getting out of hand. It was making my wolf restless.

Just her scent was all it took for him to stab my chest, trying to make me do things that could get me killed.

Imagine trying to hold a woman that probably has no issues unaliving you.

Forcing the scent away only made it ...