Lorenzo looked like an angel, but I couldn’t tell if that was a result of my vision slowly coming back to me. I did know with great certainty though that I finally felt safe. I took a look around, taking in my surroundings. Around me stood several other werewolves primed and ready to fight, likely warriors from the Black Moon pack. As menacing as they appeared, they all looked at me with friendly expressions which eased my nerves.
But what really calmed me down was the feeling of Lorenzo’s hands holding me close. I breathed him in, happy to fill my nose with any scent other than my kidnapper’s horrible cologne. Lorenzo smelled like a rich pine forest, something comforting and familiar instead of cheap and stale. He pulled away slightly to look at me, his eyes boring into mine conveying th
