Raymond’s POV
I stood in front of her, heart pounding like a war drum in my chest.
Her scent hit me like a damn freight train—pomegranate and pineapple mixed with cream—and I damn near lost it. Her beauty was unreal up close: that creamy, flawless skin, straight dirty blonde hair, and just the right amount of freckles across her nose and cheeks. Her full lips were practically begging to be kissed.
And those brown eyes? Locked onto me like they knew me.
“I’m Raymond,” I managed to say, running a hand down the back of my neck to stop myself from fidgeting.
She smiled—God, that smile—“Jasmine. Jasmine Knight.”
Knight. The name tugged at something in my brain.
“What pack are you from?” I asked, voice a little steadier this time.
“Evermore Royal Pack,” she said, like it was nothing. “My
