The Scent

'Stupid creature.'
'I even stood into the wind'
'Didn't even catch the scent.'
'Male wolves are such lower life.'
My wolf growls in agreement.
I pull my backpack further up on my back and tilt my head down.
'That disguise is useless.'
My eyes narrow. I crack my neck.
'Get by him.'
I hurry my pace and stride, head down, past the man walking slowly in front of me. His stride is that of every other male wolf. Arrogant.
'Now!'

Caia's that sweet girl guys look twice at. Maybe three times. She's innocent.
But behind that she's a werewolf. Named after the Roman goddess of fire and women, She's the one they tell legends about in the packs. In her 15 years she's killed hundreds of thousands of male wolves, believing them to be inferior. She's not prepared for Hanson. He storms into her life like all other arrogant males. Caia can see he's not what he seems. Hanson is the soon-to-be-alpha of the HADĒS pack. Han is in Desperate need of his mate. Without her, he will not be eligible for alpha.