Five times. Dominic had strolled the length of the makeshift bar five freakishly unnerving times, searching for Natalie. Where the hell was she? For a second, he wondered if she had backed out, but the thought had left his head as quickly as it came. Natalie West wasn't the type to wriggle out of a deal.
He knew she had been in this exact spot not so long ago. Her scent still lingered and it was reasonably fresh. His wolf was even growling at the exotic smell, wanting to hunt her down. Hunt her down and mark her, claiming her as his.
"Her scent disappeared not far from here," said Talon as he reappeared at his side. "Looks like she went into that event tent across the camp and she hasn't come out yet."
