Michael Reese.
No, not possible. I couldn’t be a werewolf; They must be wrong. They were definitely wrong. How could I, the feared hunter, be a werewolf? And an Omega at that! This was, for sure, nonsense.
The sweet scent became overbearing, wary of my erratic breathing that matched my racing heart. And like a damn mutt, I unconsciously raised my head upward, sniffing the air. My eyes fixated on the curtains covering the balcony door. The voice inside my head let out a hum and a sound similar to a moan, so jarring. The sound scared me that I looked at the other two in the room, wondering if they heard it too.
I heaved a sigh when they didn’t seem to hear it, locking my eyes back at the curtains when the voice distinctively moaned the word ‘mate’.
My breathing shuddered, finally recall
