Arctic Winds

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Jason paused in the entrance of the pack’s local diner as a tantalizing scent hit him. Although completely foreign, it held a familiarity that compelled him closer.

Smells like home. Jason shook his head. He had no idea where that thought came from. The scent evoked no memories of his childhood home or his current house on the outskirts of town.

Whatever it was, it was doing strange things to his wolf. The sudden urge to shift and start chasing his tail almost overwhelmed him. Better yet, the tail of that woman in the corner booth. Taking a deep breath, he confirmed the strange and delicious smell came from the petite blonde huddling into her sweater. She was definitely a shifter but that was about all he could figure out. She wasn’t any type of shifter he’d dealt with before. Without question Jason would have remembered a scent like hers.

Spotting Martha, a waitress at the diner and a respected elder in the pack, he made his way to the counter.

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