The smell hit me first—magnolia and Spanish moss, with an undertone of something wild and untamed that made my newly awakened ice magic recoil. Then came the sound of engines, multiple vehicles approaching fast but not aggressively. Finally, the sight of three sleek black SUVs pulling up our driveway just as the sun reached its zenith.
"Expecting company?" Dante asked, his body already shifting into a protective stance between me and the approaching vehicles.
"Not the kind that announces itself," I replied, watching as the lead SUV's doors opened to reveal six of the most beautiful werewolves I'd ever seen.
They moved with liquid grace, their skin kissed by Southern sun, their hair ranging from honey blonde to deep chestnut. But it was their leader who made my breath catch—tall, broad-s
