"Princess, we’re too high up. You could injure yourself," a woman's voice reached Egon's ears. The alluring scent of roses and fresh rain grew stronger as he approached. It was a scent he had never experienced before, one that seemed to captivate and entice him in a way nothing else ever had. Egon neared the garden but abruptly halted when his heart and mind refused to cooperate. The enchanting aroma seemed to hold sway over him, a sensation he had never encountered. He was not one to be controlled by anyone or anything.
Conflicted, he took a step back, but his wolf grew agitated. It compelled him to follow the scent, oblivious to Egon's resistance. Egon scowled bitterly at his wolf and decided to see what this was all about. Instead of heading directly towards the source of the scent, Eg
