~YULIA

I felt him before I saw him.

His scent assailed my nose and my wolf ears perked up in excitement. Every day, I felt new things whenever I laid my eyes on him. Sometimes, I saw clearer, other times, I smelled things much better. With him, a myriad of experiences always happened to me. He was leaning against his black Porsche as the wind blew his long hair in waves.

“Issa,” Jamal said, breaking the effect.

“Detective,” Issa replied curtly.

I ...