Amber's Ace Page 10
“Don’t you hear it?” Chance demanded. His wolf’s super-sensitive ears strained to catch a repeat of the low moan.
He sniffed the air. The scent of cinnamon and vanilla filled his nose and shot straight to his brain—and points south. A fragrance he knew well. Would never forget. The scent pressed all his buttons, triggered every wolfy response. Mate. A scent now tinged by the iron whiff of blood…and the heavy acrid sting of fear. Find. Protect.
“Julie’s in trouble,” he growled. “She needs me.”
Pulse pounding and heart in his mouth, he shifted instantly and bounded off into the dark woods.
