Chapter 73 73. HIS SCENT ON MY SKIN

SERAPHINA

Since my perfume had completely washed off in the rain, I was too panicked to notice a far more jarring truth, Ronan’s body carried no wolf scent.

Not a single trace.

What kind of bloodline did that?

I had never, not once, heard of a werewolf without a scent. A wolf’s scent was everyth...

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