Rogue-Mason
The sheets were still warm where Daisy should be, but there was no sign of her. And the very fact that she wasn’t in my arms was enough to cause panic to wrap around my chest like an iron band.
Where was she?
Swinging my legs from the warmth of the bed I almost forgot my promise to her, stopping only at the last minute to grab at the floral dressing gown hanging from a hook on the back of the door. It was a woman’s gown and didn’t even hit mid thigh but I didn’t care.
I had promised Daisy I would not walk around naked , so I wouldn’t. It didn’t really matter that I looked like a fool as I padded down the stairs.
Daisy’s scent was stronger down here . But it was mixed with other, more potent scents.
The smell of alphas filled my nostrils.
Wyvern.
Wolf.
Dragon.
Siren.
