Chloe
Adrian rose from his seat and stepped slowly closer to me as if he thought I might run away. He stopped right in front of me, filling the space with his presence – his energy. He leaned down and I stopped breathing. He was so close I could smell the mint on his breath. He was a habitual gum chewer, especially when he was thinking. I half expected him to blow a bubble.
Every wolf had their own scent, and no two wolves smelled the same. Mates sometimes had their smells combine over time, as if their souls were melding. I’d always thought it was beautiful.
I’d learned the scents of my family over the last three months. Alexander smelled like books and sunshine; King Charles smelled like pastries and green tea, two of his all-time favorite treats, and Knox smelled like fresh rainfall
