Kieran
I watched as Sophia walked majestically out of the car with two guards by her side from the window of the conference hall. Her scent hit me first before she got close enough to the pack house. Expensive perfume, vanilla, and jasmine. She always wore them like her life depended on the blend. Knowing werewolves have heightened olfactory senses, she’d wear too much, as if a little of it wasn’t enough to announce her presence before she entered a room.
I drew in a sharp breath, mentally calming myself for whatever the reunion would bring. She barely changed. She made sure she gathered everyone’s attention along with her as she walked, with her head high, as they all fixed their gazes on her perfectly straight posture from behind.
“Are you nervous?” Damien appeared from behind, his
