Cole
It caught me by surprise.
I sensed her long before she entered the room. Her scent was undeniable—delicious and vivid, weaving into my senses like a melody I couldn’t ignore. Cherry? Lavender? No, it was both, with an added sweetness that was uniquely hers. It distracted me, despite the vultures standing before me, waiting to pick apart any weakness I showed.
What was happening to me?
This hadn’t happened in years, not since I was eighteen. And the last time it had, the woman responsible was standing in this room, next to another man. Yet here I was, feeling something eerily similar—a rush of excitement coursing through me.
I had my suspicions, but Scott, my wolf, left no room for doubt. Mate. Mate! he howled in my mind, his energy restless and uncontained.
A second-chance mate.
