Emma's POV.
I was standing in my room, packing up my babay's things, when my wolf caught a dilicious, intoxicating scent. She stirred restlessly. The scent made her head spin. It made my head spin.
I stopped what I was doing immediately and turned around as I searched for the source, but I couldn't find it. I crossed to the window and peered outside. Snow was falling again, soft and pleasently this time, and the pack was going about their business, but I saw noting unusual. Nothing that made me think that it was the source of the scent.
The scent was strong though. Overwhelming, almost. My wolf was prantsing around madly as she searched for it as well. It was a familliar scent. One that we had both smelled before, but it was different somehow. Like it was calling out to us somehow. Luri
