Sweet. Clean. Tasty?

BRAD PIERSON

I woke up to a smell.

Sweet. Clean. Tasty?

My eyes were still closed, but my nose was working overtime, chasing the scent like a bloodhound. I furrowed my brows, still groggy, confused why the hell my wolf was reacting so strongly. The smell wasn’t just nice—it made my stomach ti...

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