HUNTER'S POV
I was out on the ice rink, skating in fast, hard drills with my stick in hand, cutting deep grooves into the slick surface. The cold air burned my throat, but it was the only thing keeping my mind somewhat focused after spending half the night planning how to win my mate back.
I slapped the puck hard into the far corner of the net.
Suddenly, a sudden breeze blew through the open doors of the arena, carrying a light, intoxicating scent that hit my nose like an electric shock. Vanilla and fresh roses.
Trixie.
I stopped dead on the ice, my skates scraping loudly. My wolf instantly perked up inside my chest, letting out an eager, excited bark.
“Mate is here!” he cheered. “Go to her!”
Without a second thought, I skated straight to the bench, yanked off my gloves, dropped my
