Chapter 40 Proud Werewolf Prince
- **Laura's POV**
- I wake up feeling this incredible warmth all around me, but I smell a familiar cologne before I open my eyes. It has a rich, bitter, nutty scent of almonds mixed with woody, cedarwood masculine notes. It should come off as alluring, but I fucking start quaking. Suddenly, gentle knuckles graze my face, an all-too-familiar gesture that will forever haunt me.
- "Hello, beautiful," breathed a deep, satisfied yet frightening voice. On instinct, I got up to bolt to try and get away from the monster I so feared, but Jerry effortlessly held me in place.