The Alpha's Forbidden Flame
SEL Smithmy alphas wolfless daughterlyra wolfmy daughter, alpha's pup
She plucked several, ignoring the sting as the sap touched her skin.
Last was moonbloom, a delicate white flower that only opened at night. Its scent was soft, floral, deceptively gentle, but extremely potent when mixed with the others. She gathered three blossoms, careful not to bruise them.
The combination would work.
It had to.
She rubbed the crushed frostleaf along her neck, her wrists, the collar of her shirt. The cold scent burned her nose, but it dulled the warmth of Kaelan’s scent almost instantly. She smeared duskroot along her arms, grimacing at the bitterness. Moonbloom, she tucked into her pocket; she’d need it later for the spray.