*Liam*
She smelled of verbena,
I'm lounging in a chair before the fireplace in my library, long past midnight, sipping my scotch. I'm aware of her fragrance lingering on my fingers, her taste haunting my palate.
I can't determine why I let her go so easily, why I hadn't worked harder to convince her to pose for me, why I turned away the opportunity to bed her.
Granted, I have never taken a she-wolf's virginity. I spoke true regarding my aversion to deflowering a she-wolf, but going against my preferences seems a small price to pay in order to uncover the secrets of such an intriguing she-wolf.
She had been at the Moon Goddess Club for more than simply determining what all the fuss was about. Something more compelling had driven her there, just as I am driven by the ghosts of my past
