When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
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