Jade’s pov:
I was at the funeral, crying as to be expected… and even though I was supposed to be at ease among the pack, with people who loved me, I wasn’t.
The same unusual smell from Alex’s office caught me unaware during the funeral, and I found myself trying to find the person whose very scent I had yet to memorize… and it turned out that it came from none other than Camelia.
If there was one way to describe it, I would say there was some potent jasmin in the mix, though that wasn’t all there was to it.
And though I tried to be reasonable and trust Alex, the fact remained that her perfume was too much for me at the moment, and it also grated on my nerves for some reason.
Don't let this witch upset you, my wolf growled in my mind. We must think about our pup.
Her reminder gave me
