lunaoftheyear
The crisp Canadian air was scented with pine and the faint tang of snow, a stark contrast to the comforting blend of vanilla and lavender that lingered in Damon's memory. His mother's signature fragrance-her life's masterpiece-was now the cornerstone of his business empire. Preserving it was more than a duty; it was his tribute to her, a legacy he vowed never to let fade.
At thirty-one, Damon had everything-wealth, power, and an unyielding determination. But what he lacked gnawed at him in quieter moments. A mate. A partner destined to complete him. Werewolves like him didn't just choose their mates; they were chosen by fate. Yet the years had stretched on, and his destined one remained elusive. He had nearly convinced himself to stop searching, burying himself in the demands of his businesses instead.
The branch visit in Canada was meant to be routine. Inspect the factory, review the financials, and motivate the employees. But as he walked through the modest retail store connected to the facility, a scent hit him like a bolt of lightning.
It wasn't the sweet allure of his mother's formula. No, this was different-earthy and fresh, with a hint of jasmine and something indescribably unique. His wolf stirred, an undeniable confirmation echoing in his mind. *Mate.*