A familiar warm, tantalizing scent of cedar and bergamot filled the room, and I was on my feet, spinning toward the door before I consciously realized what I was doing. He was my magnet, always drawing me in, pulling me closer without meaning to do it.
Dirge grinned, wide and predatory, as I closed the distance between us.
“Everything okay?” I murmured, not wanting to disturb Bri and Olivia.
“Everything is fine, but I was wondering if I could steal you for bit? I’m itching for a run, and I’d much rather do it with you.”
I cast a regretful look over my shoulder, but Brielle had turned to face me with a stern look, hands on her hips.
“Go.”
“But—” I protested, even as excitement thrummed in my veins. A run with my mate sounded glorious after days of packing and waiting. My wolf was itch
