“Ivy—” Hale replied softly with a smile as he sat on my couch, “please understand.. Damian is particular.”
When I had said that we would figure out a plan with Damian I hadn’t meant that I was going to play prisoner in my cottage all weekend because they were worried about Damian smelling me.
“I don’t get it, Hale. What do you mean I smell different? Last time I checked I smelt like lavender, and roses.” If the scowl on my face didn't explain how pissed I was then my body language definitely would.
“Sweetheart—” he attempted to say, but a glare from my direction made him stop. “Okay– Ivy, please understand wolves are different. When we mate with someone it causes our scent to sort of mingle with theirs. So like for humans they wouldn’t notice it, but Damian would smell James all over yo
