My Hockey Alpha
The scent of her humanity still lingered in my nostrils, and I worried that we would have to come up with another plan—or that she wouldn’t be able to come at all.
“Sorry, Lori,” I said a few moments later when she still smelled distinctly human. “I don’t think it’s working.”
Lori cursed softly under her breath. “These racist werewolves are a bunch of jerks,” she muttered. “I shouldn’t have to wear fancy magic perfume to go to a party.”
But then, just as disappointment began to settle in, I noticed something. Lori’s human scent was fading, slowly but surely. I had to really concentrate to pick it up, and even then, it was faint.