A scent I had never experienced hit me as Elin held my hand, and we moved to the back of the pack house, where several warriors were practicing. I came to a complete halt since I hadn't been in my father's pack in years, and I shouldn't have suddenly been hit by the smells of sage and fresh, wet pinecones. “Yaya?” I can hear Elin, and I keep looking around the grounds to find where the scent is more potent, but it's only faintly there. Mate is here, without a doubt, close to Yaya. Grandma, is it possible that this scent is too old? Meredith asked. It was strange because it didn't smell as strong as I had been told it did in the past. I asked her right away out of fear that my mate could have departed before I arrived, but it felt incomplete, like I was missing something.
I know it hasn't
