-Mason-
Reluctantly, I left Amelie with my mother because I had to. She smelled so damn good. Yet again, no one sensed it.
A memory, Amelie said, and my heart dropped.
Only potent emotions trigger her werewolf's scent, then. Jealousy or fear... No, not fear. Amelie had a panic attack. She was soaked in her sweat and tears.
There is no way Jax or I would ever do something about our discoveries. I rather wait a thousand years for her than to see her crying like that ever again.
“Mason,” my father stopped me, grabbing my shoulder on my way to Amelie’s room. Her scent will help me sleep while she rests in my bedroom… without me.
I shouldn't be annoyed. My mother is on the right, but I can't help myself. Allen said I'm grumpy... grumpy?
"Yeah, we are. I miss my Luna." Jax admitted.
“I don’t ……
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