He recalled the addictive scent on her, it was just as it used to be, only that she smelled fresher now and more mature. The scent that left his wolf crazy and with a desire to dominate. Her scent left him craving and desiring to unravel every inch of her, especially the green dress that she wore.
He remembered when she knocked into him and her tiny frame clung on to him like she was unwilling to let go, the astonishment in her golden orbs and the swirling of excitement within them. Her presence alone was bound to make him crazy. She invaded his boundaries leaving him the urge to want to find a spot for himself in her life too.
He ran his tongue over his lips and dropped his eyes. Just then, as his eyes fell on her again, a figure came by and blocked his view of the woman— it was a young man.
His expression, which had only slightly improved that night suddenly morphed into coldness, his brows twisted into a knot, and a dark storm brew in his red eyes.
