Henry: The Scent

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I caught her smell as I entered the ballroom. Her scent was beyond anything he'd ever experienced in his life. Sweet and strong, passionate and hopeful, but there was a touch of sadness and pain.


Which one was she? I scoured the floor, but the sea of women at this function were abundant. I'd  have to make way through the crowd quickly.


A hard task to do when the women and businessman at this party wanted a piece of me. I was out of my territory so he couldn't very well turn them away.

I don't think Molly from the Shadow Moon pack recognized me when I set my eyes on her. She was a smart wolf, but I knew she didn't like me much. I had hurt her badly when we were kids and I cared not. I was from a pack that didn't particularly cared for the feelings of others and my father, the leader of Blood Moon, never let me forget that I needed to be just as devious.

Molly was a saint and she'd gotten with Devin, the poor, dead sap.

What would happen if she knew I might have been the cause of his demise?


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