Snow Luna
Lydia asked, echoing her sister's earlier comment.
“Yeah,” Sean nodded. “You smell like honeysuckle.”
“No, that’s not my smell,” Lydia waved him off.
“Well, it’s true! Lydia, you smell like that,” Blake added, sniffing her sister. “If I remember correctly, your smell used to be like ice in a…”
“White snow,” Lydia completed. How could she smell like honeysuckle? Her wolf was associated with the scents of white snow and bluebells. She sniffed at herself but regretted it; without her wolf, she couldn't smell anything.
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