Rafael's POV
The night before the gathering, the scent was impossible to ignore.
I stood in the master bathroom after another long shower, staring at my reflection. The hot water and the strongest masking spray I owned still couldn’t completely erase her. Iris’s sweet, addictive omega scent clung to me like a brand, faint to most noses, but unmistakable to anyone trained to read bonds. It was in my hair, on my skin, woven into the fabric of my shirts. Every time I moved, I caught another trace of her.
I gripped the edge of the sink, jaw tight. The elder’s warning from the council meeting echoed in my head. Other packs will notice. Tomorrow, hundreds of wolves would be gathered under the full moon. If even one of them picked up on the bond forming between me and Iris, questions would s
