The smell was intoxicating. She wanted to use her wolf speed but the pain jammed into her bones, and she fell to the floor with a thud.
The sudden movement must have jolted her brain, the pain of the burning mark momentarily easing away, her logic rushing back to her, like a veil being lifted up her face.
The first rain of the green forest. Enticing. Filling. Desperate for more.
This aura.
It rushed into a lungs, sent tingles down her spine, sent sparks dancing across his skin.
Her body was betraying her, she hated it anytime this happened, hated it anytime her body allowed it.
She looked forward in the dark and a realization dawn on her.
Wherever she was headed, it was certainly the King's room.
Zezi slowly rose to her feet, turning away in the dark and lonely hallway. Anger rushing to her veins when she remembered what he had said to her some time ago. That she would be the one to come to him and beg him to be taken.
What a despicable creature.