Tamed by the Lycan Prince

37- GRANDDAUGHTER

CHAPTER FIVE

-WELDON-

It had been a couple of days, and I had gathered all the details about Maximus Arnet, the werewolf, and Elina Arnet, the Lycan. They resided on the border of the Gravemaw territory with their granddaughter, Maria Arnet. Mina and I were headed towards their residence. The drive was quiet. Mina appeared lost in thought, her gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside the window. She didn't seem interested in starting a conversation.

A scent, delicate as a whisper, began to permeate the air. It was vaguely familiar - a sweet, comforting aroma that brought forth images of bountiful gardens and ripe orchards. I glanced at Mina, but her face showed no change; she was still lost in her thoughts, oblivious to the tantalizing fragrance that was gradually infiltrating the car. I sniffed the air again, trying to identify its source. It wasn't coming from in the car.

Where is that smell coming from, I thought. It had a delightful scent of wildflowers and fresh fruit. It reminded me of a summer's day - warm, comforting, and utterly intoxicating.

"Do you smell that?" I asked Mina.

She blinked, turning to look at me with a puzzled expression on her face. For the first time, she seemed to snap out of her reverie, her gaze focusing on me instead of the landscape beyond the window glass.

"Smell what?" she asked, her tone curious.

"The scent, it smells like... well, the summer," I explained, my nose twitching as I tried to latch onto the wispy tendrils of the aroma wafting through the air. It was stronger now, a mix of blooming meadows and sun-ripened cherries.

Mina paused, her eyes narrowing as she tilted her head to the side, apparently attempting to catch a hint of what I was referring to. "I don't smell anything unusual," she said after a moment, giving me a strange look.

"Weldon, are you okay?" she asked, her voice carrying a hint of concern that wasn't there before. She reached out and laid her hand lightly on my forearm, her warm touch reassuring against the chill I hadn't noticed creeping in. I nodded absentmindedly, my mind still fixated on the mysterious scent.

The drive continued in silence until we reached our destination. The Arnet residence was nestled within a grove of towering pines, an attractive two-story farmhouse steeped in character. Built from a mixture of timber and stone, its charming façade was an open invitation to weary travelers. A wildflower meadow spread out before it, adding to the idyllic allure of the place.

The intoxicating and enigmatic aroma was overpowering, making it impossible for me to concentrate on anything else. I pulled up the car to halt, a good distance away from the house, and climbed out of the car, taking in a deep breath, filling my lungs with the smell that had been relentlessly occupying my senses. It was much stronger now, like an invisible veil of sweetness that covered everything in its proximity.

The door of the Arnet's farmhouse swung open, and a beautiful woman stepped out. Our eyes met and it seemed like everything around us froze. That intoxicating smell was coming from her. It was then I realized that this woman was my mate. A sudden wave of longing hit me, an emotional surge unlike anything I had ever experienced before. My heart pounded in my chest, matching the rhythm of a primal drumbeat calling me towards her. I felt an inexplicable connection, a bond that knew no bounds of time or space.

As if in a trance, my body began to move towards her, and she started walking towards me as well. We met at the halfway mark, our eyes locked in an intense gaze. Her eyes shined like warm, polished copper, and cascading black hair that flowed over her shoulders like a waterfall. She was a true sight to behold.