Book 3 Chapter Six - The Sweet-Smelling Man

Hannah groaned and opened her eyes slowly. She felt heavy, disoriented, and unnaturally warm. She blinked until her blurry eyes adjusted to the dim, predawn light. A fire was slowly dying; just a few glowing embers remained in the pile of ashes. Several unfamiliar wolves were curled up in tight balls of fur. Two men in their human form were snoring in tandem under one shared blanket. Her immediate reaction was to shift and run, but she faced two immediate problems: First, her wolf seemed to be unable to take form, and second, there was a huge, heavy arm draped over her waist, pinning her slight body to the earth. That source of heat was definitely a man’s body, pressed flush against her back. He smelled sweet and delicious, and vaguely familiar. The scent of ginger and honey tic