In that fleeting moment, Judith's senses ignited as the alluring scent of sandalwood intertwined with a delicate hint of vanilla reached her nose.
She couldn't help but assume it must be his chosen fragrance.
It was an intriguing combination, lingering amidst a veil of perspiration.
As the unmistakable scent of another individual's sweat wafted through the air, both Ezer and Judith recoiled in disgust. 'Erk! That person is in desperate need of a thorough shower,' their synchronized thoughts echoed in unison.
But amidst the overpowering odors, a peculiar sensation stirred within them.
A primal instinct, long suppressed, surged forward, asserting its dominance. 'Our mate is here,' Ezer declared, his voice resonating with a mix of excitement and urgency.
Ezer possessed the remarkable ability to discern scents from afar, courtesy of her wolf nature.
However, what puzzled Judith was how she and Ezer were certain that this particular scent belonged to their destined mate.
