*Norah*
I know the moment he enters the room. The door bangs closed in his wake, providing immediate privacy, promising intimacy. I rise and find myself gathered in his strong arms, his rapacious mouth moving over mine with an intensity that I welcome.
The heat from his body melts into mine as I wind my arms firmly around his neck, running my fingers into his curls. He needs a haircut. I inhale his familiar musky male scent and something else. The withering scent of roses.
Pain knifes through my heart as I tear my mouth from his, shove him back, and scramble away until my knees hit the bed. I press a trembling hand to my mouth. "You were with a she-wolf."
"What?" Bafflement laces his voice.
"You went away to be with another she-wolf. I can smell her." I cry out, unable to contain the
