SCENT

Henry

I caught her smell as I entered the ballroom. Her scent was beyond anything I had ever experienced in my life. Sweet and strong, passionate and hopeful, but there was a touch of sadness and pain.

Which one was she? I scoured the floor, but the sea of women at this function were abundant. I’d have to make way through the crowd quickly.

A hard task to do when the women and businessmen at this party wanted a piece of me. I was out of my territory, so he couldn’t very well turn them away.

I don’t think Molly from the Shadow Moon pack recognized me when I set my eyes on her. She was a smart wolf, but I knew she didn’t like me much. I had hurt her badly when we were kids and I cared not. I was from a pack that didn’t particularly cared for the feelings of others and my father, the leader of Blood Moon, never let me forget that I needed to be just as devious.

Molly was a saint and she’d gotten with Devin, the poor, dead sap.

What would happen if she knew I might have been the cause of his demise?

Molly

I scoured the floor for the millionth time.

I was only there to cater as baking was my specialty. I made these scones and lovely little brownie crepes for the party.

My pack was very keen on showing interest to city packs even though we were country wolves and looked down upon by the city mutts for the most part.

I caught sight of him almost immediately and couldn’t believe he was there. Not after what he’d done to me.

He’d been so brutally drunk I often wondered if he even knew or remembered the night before Devin died.

Before my beloved was caught in the crossfire.

Henry didn’t need to try and prove anything to me, he could have had any woman.

Henry

I watched her from across the room. Her blank stare sent chills down my spine because I knew that all she remembered about me was my pack possibly hurting her beau.

That part hadn’t been me, though. Harassing her and tormenting her was.

I was part of the Crescent Moon pack and would soon be betrothed to a luna from my pack.

She was beneath me and my father allowed that to be known immediately. After puberty hit, both of us were smitten with each other, but my father stitched it inside my brain that Molly wasn’t the one.

Molly would never be the one.

They’d make sure of it.

But how?

Molly

“Are you going to just stand there and let him look at you?”

I shrugged. Maybe I should let him ogle me, but I didn’t want him to get the wrong impression, either. I simply hid myself in the crowd of wolves surrounding the dance floor, eyeing Logan Lancaster who was a part of the Sundown Pack. He was handsome and sweet so I approached him cautiously.

“Hey,“I said, smiling as he greeted me with a hug, “Long time, no see.”

“Since training school!” His huge blue eyes were ebbing into mine like cotton candy melting into my mouth, “You look..ravishing.”

“Aww, you’re not so hard on the eyes, but I’m sure all the girls tell you that.”

A chuckle came from Logan, but then I felt him...I felt him directly behind me.

He growled over me, no doubt to intimidate the omega before me.

“Run along, mutt,” Henry snarled, as he fingers trailed down my arms, causing me to shiver, “She owes me a dance.”