James Wilson X Reader Novels & Stories

Elizabeth promised. "Of course," James agreed. Elizabeth thanked him, gathered a bag to put her ingredients, and left. _______________________________ James sat down on the bed beside Firian. Besides the injured wolf's scent, he could also pick up Elizabeth's scent, stronger than Firian's, on the blankets. It wasn't too strong, of course, she'd only slept a few nights here, but it was there. James lifted her discarded shirt to his face, her scent overwhelming his senses. He had wanted to come and see her today, he knew that much about himself. What he couldn't understand was why. What drew her so much to him?