TYLER'S POV
No word that existed was fitting enough to describe it. He couldn't explain it. That feeling. That awakening he felt when he sniffed that golden lock of hair Kiera got off the new Luna of Frostone pack.
And the fact that it belonged to the mate of the twin Alphas of a rival pack should've been enough to discourage him. A massive red flag that shouldn't be ignored. Like a honeycomb nestled in the midst of furry brown bears. Keep off, Tyler.
But he couldn't. Try as he might the feeling remained strong, refused to admit defeat even for a second. It had been days since the death match but all he could think of was the scent.
Her scent. Familiar. Alluring. Captivating. Dangerous. Forbidden. Unforgettable.
Tyler considered himself brave, dauntless and crazily persistent. So it wasn't beside character when he set off for the cottage on Darkmine mountain. Nothing should be able to oppress him like this. Not a mystery of this sort. He would get to the bottom of it.
