Michael's POV
I sneak through this south part of the pack house. I can smell roses and cherry blossoms coming from somewhere. I need to get closer to those smells. It is intoxicating, and my senses are warning me that I have to be careful, but at the same time, I cannot help myself being drawn to the smell.
"Mate!" My wolf shouts in my head. How is this possible? I only had one love before, and it was Clara's mother. I never had a mate. My wolf never met his mate. I don't know how it feels. Last time, my vampire side was the one who fell in love with Clara's mother, who was a witch. I don't even know how this whole might thing between wolves works. I move slowly and carefully towards the smell. I cannot afford anybody to see me because my wolf is horny for whoever is behind the scent. I
