This is a teaser from Day's Light, book #2 in the Mystic Bay series.
THE
NUMEROUS odors were overwhelming, but that damn woodsy scent with a hint of
pine stood out. He inhaled deeply. He’d noticed it before but hadn’t known then
what it was.
Comfort.
Home.
Pack.
Mate!
The
words streamed through his mind, and there was a rightness to them. They made
absolute sense. It all made sense, especially that last one. He now knew
what the enticing scent was—it was the wolf who was his, who belonged to only
him. Silly human worries about how that came to be faded from his mind. He
wanted to properly greet his mate, and then go exploring.
Struggling
up, he lurched around the room. He hit the dresser and snarled. Getting used to
four paws instead of two legs was a trip. Out of the corner of his eye, something
furry caught his attention, and he twisted around to see what it was. It wagged
at him. He yipped at it. It wagged again, almost as if taunting him. Huh. Couldn’t
have that. Maybe he should try and catch it!
Round
and round he went, chasing that thing that was apparently attached to the back end
of him. Dizzy, he staggered against the ruined bed, caught the sheet with his
claws, and down he went. Hind leg kicking, he snarled at the offending object.
