Rise Of The Moonwalker Pack

Chapter 4- Clusterfuck

Micah's pov

Was the bed I slept in at my parent's house for twenty years always this uncomfortable?

I toss around some more, but no matter which position I lay in, I can't seem to relax enough to fall asleep. Amber clearly wasn't having the same problem. She passed out within seconds of her head hitting the pillow, and I can safely say she hasn't moved, even an inch, in the last four hours.

Must be nice.

For the first hour, I wasn't overly worried. I figured my mind and body needed time to decompress before sleep welcomed me. The next hour, I spent trying to count sheep and anything else I could think of. And for the last two, I've been increasingly more and more annoyed, thinking about what little time I had left to sleep.

And now that I needed to get up, shower, eat, and set up for a meeting with the other packs, I'm finally ready to pass out. So before that happens, I carefully peel the blankets off and slide out of bed.

I'm having a hard time deciding whether or not to wake Amber. She was beyond exhausted by the time we got to my parent's house this morning. I also happen to know that she was trying to hide one of her headaches from me. The way her eyebrows scrunched up, and the loud sounds made her wince told me as much.

But to be fair, I'm pretty sure everyone had a massive headache by early this morning.

As I pull on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, I catch a faint whiff of an unusual scent that seems to be coming from my mate. I walk over to the side of the bed she's curled up on, and lean down. I take a deep breath of air through my nose, trying to determine what it was.

It takes me a couple of seconds to figure out that her normal tangerine scent is mixed with a slight hint of, sugar cookies? That doesn't make any sense. I take another deep breath, and this time the tangerine seems to have an undertone of vanilla. Deciding it must just be the shampoo she borrowed from Henley when we got in, I put my nose in her hair for confirmation.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" She growls at me.

"Shit!" I jump back, startled, and clutch at my chest. "You trying to kill me?"

"Well, I'm not the one who's damn well sniffing you in your sleep, so I guess I could ask you the same thing." She opens one eye to glare at me.

"Sorry, it's just that.." What was I supposed to say now? You smell funny? No that definitely wouldn't work.

"Just what? Do I stink?" She sits up, and now has both eyes open in which to glare at me with.

"Not at all" I quickly assure her. "You just smell....different" There, that was the word I was looking for. I sit on the bed beside her and lean in to take another whiff.

"Knock it off." She shoves at my chest but doesn't manage to budge me, even an inch.

Grabbing the arm that she attempted to assault me with, I quickly bring her forearm to my nose, and once again, breathe in deeply.

I can now conclude that the smell was coming from her skin, but how is that possible? Our scents don't change. Do they?

"You smell like tangerine and vanilla sugar cookies," I tell her.