Hazel!
Her sweet, unmistakable fragrance cut through the manufactured scent blockers of the dingy bar.
The scent hit Levi like a physical blow. He felt his knees buckle slightly and his heart skip a beat.
‘Levi?’ Liam’s voice echoed in his head. ‘You there?’
‘What’s wrong?’ Lucas asked.
His wolf surged forward, nearly taking control as Levi’s eyes darted frantically around the crowded space. Every muscle in his body tensed, ready to sprint toward the source of that scent.
“Hazel!” he called out, not caring who heard him. The connection with Lucas and Liam was instantly cut off due to his distraction.
Patrons turned to stare as he pushed through the crowd and followed the trail. His heart hammered against his ribs.
The scent grew stronger as he approached the back of the bar. Levi shoved past a group of rogues, ignoring their growls of protest. Nothing mattered except finding her.
