Elara’s POV
The scent was pulling at me. It was stronger than the smell of anything that had ever had a pull from me. It is more than the heavy perfumes of the women, and the wine. It was a deep, earthy smell like cedar wood and the cold air right before a snowstorm.
My heart started to beat in my throat. It couldn't be, there is no way.
My wolf, who had been silent and grieving since the day my father died, suddenly let out a low howl inside of me, she is unsettled and I know why.
I knew that smell. I had smelled it in his room, on his skin when he grabbed my neck, and in the fabric of the furs he made me sleep on.
It was Julian, only now, it was different now. It wasn't just the smell of a man. It was a pull. It felt like a golden thread was tied to my heart and he was on the othe
