Chapter 76 The Sting Of The Past

• (Siena’s POV)
• The scent hits me before I see him—pine and midnight, sharp and familiar even amid the layered perfumes and alcohol that saturate the air in the bar. It slices through the laughter and music like a blade, striking a part of me I’ve tried so hard to bury.
• My wolf stirs immediately, her sleepy dormancy shattered by his presence. She whines softly, hopeful and yearning, but I clamp down on her emotions, banishing the noise before it can grow.