"It's everywhere in the air. His mate's scent. They've been here, all over the place. It's faint, but there is no mistaking."

"His wolf is restless in him; it wants nothing more than to go after that smell, to find their mate right away."

"Shit." "He mutters under his breath as he sniffs the air, trying to find them..."

"He follows the scent to the garden and ... there they are, alone."

"Mine. My mate." "He growls as he approaches."