No one attempts to stop me as I sprint into the packhouse at top speed, following the pull of my bond to Mei. I’m weaving around people, twisting, and turning down corridors and up numerous stairs; the pull getting stronger the further I go. Soon Mei’s sweet, fruity yet floral, plum blossom scent is invading my senses in a heady caress, and I know I’m close.
I stop in front of a large door and every cell in my body is screaming that Mei is on the other side of the door. Axel can’t contain himself, and neither can I, but with great effort, I will myself to calm down. I can feel and scent her just on the other side, I can hear her breathing and her heartbeat picking up speed, and I have to tap down my instinct to slam the door open and take her in my arms.
I take in a long deep breath an
