Kent watched the council workers leave, the woman turning to watch them go. His grip on the desk was so tight he was surprised that it didn’t crack in his hands. It took every ounce of his willpower not to go to her, to sweep her up in his arms. She smelled amazing, like vanilla and cloves. Pax, his wolf, was going crazy in his mind, howling over their mate. As the door closed, Kent finally released the desk, willing himself to stay in one spot.
She turned, her long brown hair swaying around her. Her eyes were a light hazel. She was small and almost dainty, which he found odd for the supposedly best advisor from the council. She looked at him for a moment before closing her eyes and rubbing her temples.
Kent frowned. What was going on in her head, he wondered. She didn’t seem pleased a
