Ryan's POV
A light tapping at my door roused me from my thoughts. It was Alyson, I smelt her immediately. My desires rose whenever I smelt that delicious smell of vanilla and warm strawberries and I delighted when she came to me now that we were a little safer.
I wanted us to be mates so badly, but I had to be patient till she was ready- only hoping that someday she would be. She had to be the most stubborn she-wolf in existence, but she was my love.
I opened the door, and she darted inside without even a kiss to greet me. It was odd, but she seemed to be panicking.
"What's wrong?" I asked, kneeling down beside her as she fell back to catch her breath on the nearest chair.
"Jacob." She breathed, 'I just met him on the road… and we spoke."
