Larry's POV
We made it to the Pack House with driving that would make a Russian taxi driver nervous. John was out of the car before it was fully stopped, and Konbobbytin was with him as he was responsible for his safety. I got out on the street side, stretching and thanking Luna for protecting me from harm on the drive.
I took a breath and the most amazing scent was picked up. I turned towards the wind, seeking its source, my wolf surging forward in my mind. "MATE! Mate is here!" I looked and locked eyes with a beautiful woman, dressed in pants and a red shirt, with a duty belt. My mate was a warrior, a protector like me. I drank in her beauty, but something was wrong. Instead of moving towards me, she was fighting the attraction, and the next moment she had turned and run away. "MY MAT
