Amaris
‘Tell him that she is ours,' he urges, feeling very territorial since we have yet to mark and claim her as our own.
“It smells amazing, like honey suckle and peaches, but I don’t think it’s that of Amaris,” he quickly says, picking up on the sudden nearly boiling tension in my body. “I’ve been around her before, I scented her when your father introduced her to the pack, this is different and my wolf is going nuts wanting to track it.”
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