Louis
There was something different about Daphne Redhawk.
To tell the truth, in the last year or so, I’d barely spared a glance at the girl. I might not have noticed her at all, if she were not my daughter’s most trusted friend. She seemed like the typical college girl, pretty, young, fresh, busy with her own things.
Until she walked into that dining room, and I just knew, immediately.
Something was different.
It was like the moment she walked in the room, my wolf went on alert. All of my senses pinged, and I became hypervigilant. When she walked to the table, and I caught a whiff of her scent, I knew… she hadn’t smelled like that before. She’d always had a sweet, light scent, like oranges and cream. Nice, but not particularly noteworthy. But now there was a heady mix of cinnamon and
