Peppermint, such a fresh smell. It surrounds everything, filling every orifice, the smell of death and blood gone just the sweet smell of peppermint.
Has there ever been a smell so amazing? Has there ever been a smell so magical?
Nostrils flared, taking in the wonderful smell.
Blue eyes snap open.
Magical green eyes meet enchanting blue eyes. Jake's movements cease as he stares. He opens his mouth and the word he has been wanting to say since his eighteenth birthday finally gets to leave his lips.
"Mine"
He embraces her, pulling her close. Layla's wolf is waking into such a damaged body it is possible that she still won't make it.
"Layla, you are my fate. I loved you before I knew and I love you now. Do you accept me?"
He speaks so fast, just trying to blurt out all the word
