Easton looks at the people surrounding the door, the excessive number of guards and his lack of composure is instantly covered. The fine sweat on his forehead is wiped off inconspicuously and the solid timber door between him and Wren makes the world of difference. Even just the other scents in the corridor are drowning out the incredibly pungent aroma that Wren was starting to emit. Her scent is already intoxicating, but now it is irresistible.
He hadn’t considered that he would unravel so quickly.
Obviously, the timber door is not enough to keep him completely safe. He can still feel his wolf clawing at the surface and he has to move as quickly as possible. Easton is not sure if leaving the room with Wren in such a state with the thought of someone else entering is what is affecting h
