Luna Sienna
His tone was seductive, and I found myself leaning back against him.
“Sienna.” I reply breathlessly.
“Beautiful name for such a beautiful she-wolf.” He replies. I barely even noticed what he had said, assuming that it was a pet name. All I could think about was the heady scent of pinecones wafting around me, making me lose all other coherent thought.
With each beat of the music, my heart rate seemed to escalate to match that of the tempo and with it my body heat. I was beginning to feel hot, really hot. And that scent. Where was that scent coming from.