Dex POV
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“Erm, Dex. Can you get off me?”
Dex felt hands push at his chest, but he didn’t want to let go of the amazing scent that had ensnared him. His arms stayed locked around his friend, but the fragrance of fresh wildflowers was slowly being lost in Charlie’s usual smell. Suddenly, a hand clamped down on his shoulder, squeezing tight enough for Dex to loosen his grip, but not fully let go of Charlie.
“What the hell do you think you're doing. She said let go.” A voice growled behind him.
Turning to face the male that had arrived with Charlie, Dex pushed her behind him and bared his teeth at the offending wolf. He looked pissed, with pale eyes darting to catch a glimpse of Charlie behind Dex’s back, but Dex stood tall and protected her from view. Before he could warn the wolf
