Morning came in muted shades of gray, the kind that made everything feel heavier than it was. I blinked awake, staring at the ceiling of my room, mind still foggy from the restless sleep I'd had. My wolf, though hidden beneath the surface, was pacing, uneasy, restless. I could feel it twisting, thrumming beneath my skin.
And then it hit me the lingering scent. That dark, impossible Alpha scent. It clung to me stubbornly, like a shadow that refused to leave. I had tried washing, scrubbing, herbs, even a tiny pinch of powdered suppressants. Nothing. Not completely.
Why is it still here? I thought, dragging a hand through my hair. It's been hours… days even, and it's still lingering. How?
