Her scent

FARRELL'S POV

This scent of hers was like the scent of lotus flower in the garden of death as it heightened every single emotion which my wolf could feel. I felt my eyes grow bloodshot red as my wolf seemed in turmoil and unable to keep himself in check. Seriously though, was Micah aware that she was down here or what? Or perhaps had she been sent to me finally. My stomach tied into a thousand knots as I tried to reach for my door handle. I have no idea if it had been out of excessive excitement or nervousness that each time I made to reach for the door, I suddenly pull back.

For once in my life, I was really scared of seeing someone I wanted badly. Not because of anything else but for the fact that I had no idea how long I would be able to restrain myself. I tried to lay my mind bare and think of nothing but I found that I was slowly dying from the anticipation of wanting to see her. It was pretty much late and the entire pack house must be asleep. This was my chance to make it right