No-one's pov
Two months earlier
Jerome groaned,
slowly sliding down the door. The door vibrated slightly as knocking was heard.
"What?!" He snapped. A sigh was heard from the other side.
"Jerome, it's me. Mitch called. He hopes you feel better soon, he misses you a lot Jerome" his mother called through the door. Jerome had been in his room for at least a week and a half. Not being able to even be touched lightly without moaning. He needed to find his mate and fast. A scent drifted in through the window and it made him want to moan. The scent of vanilla and pine wood, he knew that scent, he just couldn't figure out from where.
