The shift back to human form left me naked and vulnerable, but I had no time to dwell on such trivialities. My mind was consumed by one thing only - that scent. Her scent.
I stalked through the underground corridor of the abandoned building, following the intoxicating trail that called to my wolf with alarming intensity. My bare feet made no sound against the cold concrete floor as I navigated through the darkness, guided by instinct alone.
The scent grew stronger with each step. Sweet jasmine mixed with something primal, something that made my blood run hot and my control strain against its leash.
Seraphina Beaumont.
I found the room at the end of the corridor, the door slightly ajar. The scent hit me like a physical blow as I pushed it open. My eyes adjusted to the dim light, and what I saw made my blood boil with rage.