Tamara
When I woke-up from my nap, I could smell a different scent on Dane even in my groggy state. I tried to brush it off at first, thinking my sense of smell was off because of the pregnancy, but the more consciousness I regained the more obvious it was that he was carrying the scent of another she-wolf on him.
I lied there in silence while I tried to recall who the scent belonged to, but no faces were coming to mind, and there was no stopping me from becoming upset. After a few minutes of thought, I sat up and leisurely stretched my arms, then I got up from the couch and left the living room without a word spoken to Dane.
I didn't want to fight with him. We had already done enough of that, and I knew if I didn't put a little space between us, I would end up getting mo
