Rayder breathed deep as soon as the door closed behind Luara, chest expanding in an almost desperate attempt to brake the impact of her scent. Instinct came first, raw, primitive, pushing him to slightly tilt his head, pull air harder into his lungs, trying to identify another wolf's signature mixed with hers. His wolf wanted answers, wanted names, wanted blood if necessary. But he found nothing beyond perfume, a carefully chosen aroma, too artificial to be casual, covering any intimate ...