While walking hand in hand, Meadow stopped and turned to me, expressing, "I sense something strange, almost like something has happened. There's something changed about me."
I looked at her, feeling a sense of unease creeping over me. "What do you mean? You seem the same to me," I replied, trying to sound reassuring. I inhaled deeply, my nose wrinkling, and frowned. Her scent had shifted, subtly but markedly. She now exuded an even more captivating, delightful, and intoxicating aroma than before. As the scent enveloped my senses, I couldn't deny the inexplicable allure it held. It was as if every inhale brought me closer to an unfamiliar but irresistible temptation.
“You smell different, a good different.” I told her. “Shift.”
“Shift?” She raised her brow. “You think my wolf is differen
