It was overwhelmingly strong at this point. I refused to look up and give into whatever this scent is coming from. At this point my wolf was going crazy, and I hated it, I hated how easily I could get worked up over something as small as a scent. The smell of fresh rain and sweet mint was intoxicating and it filled my lungs. I heard someone set down a lunch tray across the table. I looked up to see who it was, and that's when it all made sense. I should have seen the signs they were all right in front of me. My wolf going crazy, The intoxicating scent, wanting to chase after that intoxicating scent. And yet even with all of these signs I still sat there trying to gather my composure. Mate! Mate! Mate! My wolf chorused over and over again. ============================================ Started, July 10, 2020
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