Scout stares at the beautiful woman in front of him. Tamica.
"My…My name is Scout."
She grins saucily, putting a hand on one of her curvy hips. "Scout? What kind of a name is that? Why don't you give me your real name, handsome?"
He debates for a little bit before sighing. "Ascot. It's my mother's name written backward. I prefer Scout."
Tamica walks forward, closer to him, and Scout closes his eyes instinctively as her scent surrounds him and weaves her magic.
"Alright, so tell me, Scout…" She lowers her voice, just a little and just right, and whispers huskily. "What is this…pull between us?"
Scout swallows, his throat suddenly dry.
She is human, at least as far as he can smell. But she also has another strange scent that he doesn't recognize.
How does one explain the mate bond
