Chapter Fifteen

Caleb’s Point of View

I could smell her before I ever even seen her face. Instantly my wolf was howling, mine. My heart stopped in my chest when she walked through the door. She is breathtaking. Even in sweatpants and an old tee-shirt she is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. She is long legged, with long brown hair cascading in soft waves down her back. She looks thin, and in the back of my mind I wonder when the last time she ate was.

Her scent is intoxicating, better than the best wines ever produced. It reminds me of sunshine, gladiolas, pine trees, and rosemary. She smells like the forest in springtime, pure, natural and mine. My wolf is begging to come out. He is practically demanding it. He wants to take her in our arms, hold her and never let go.

As if she can read my mind she looks into my eyes. My wolf is howling so loud its difficult to concentrate. Her eyes are a