032 A Scent From The Past

Gazing at Evelyn's peaceful sleeping face, Raymond felt an odd satisfaction gripping his heart. He never expected to have such a feeling of completion with any woman but his mate, and that made him dreadful of what he was about to do.

[Sisyphus,] Raymond took a deep breath before he called for his inner wolf, [is she our mate?]

No response.

Raymond's heart sank, and he didn't even know why.

Sisyphus should have recognized Evelyn as their mate long before this if she really was, he knew, but still, he wanted to ask, and still, he felt disappointed at Sisyphus's answer.

What got into him?!

[She's not a werewolf,] Sisyphus suddenly grunted, his tone cold as ever.

[She's a wolfless,] Raymond explained, [she's still a werewolf--]

[She's not!] Sisyphus cut off Raymond impatiently, [Her scent is off!]

[Ohh, it's because she was under wolfsbane. That would throw her scent off.] Raymond remembered.

Sisyphus huffed grumpily.

Sisyphus wasn't like this from the start. There was a time w