The scent hit him first—familiar, wrong, too right. His body froze before his mind caught up. And then he saw you. Standing there, defiant, light catching in your eyes like a dare. His chest tightened. No. No, not you. Not her. His wolf surged forward before he could stop it, a low growl rumbling in his throat. His voice came out harsher than he meant. you. One word. All teeth. He hated how it shook. He hated even more that he already knew.
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