CONNOR POV
If I wasn’t an Alpha, it would’ve been nearly impossible to follow her scent in that mist.
But I was an Alpha.
And Cain was just as obsessed as I was with our mate.
The rain hadn’t stopped since I left the pack house, and by the time we reached Foyers, the air was so thick with fog that even the trees looked like ghosts. Yet her scent—coffee, cinnamon, and a faint note of brown sugar—cut through it all like a lifeline.
It was mine now. Ours. Burned into my lungs, into my bones. If I lived a hundred years, I’d still find her anywhere with just one breath.
It took us less than two minutes to track her down. Two minutes, and there she was.
Well—her trail, anyway. It led to a small cottage right on the lakeshore, tucked near the edge of the village where the lights dimmed and
