Hunter walked out of the packhouse, ready to go for a run that early morning, but he stopped when the familiar scent of vanilla filled his nose. There was only one person who smelt that way and it was no one else but the lady Nick had rescued out in the woods.
She was standing with her back turned to him as she gazed upon the waters and from her drooping shoulders, he could tell she was deeply bothered by something.
Hunter felt his wolf jump, just as it had always done each time he laid his eyes on this petite girl who had been nothing but arrogant to him. Despite her annoying antics that angered him greatly, Hunter felt a form of connection to her and with the way his wolf was restless each time she was around, Hunter found himself concluding she was his long-awaited mate. He had never
