You Drive Me Crazy

He lowered his head until his nose almost brushed my forehead. The heat of his breath swept over my ear, carrying the faint warmth of whisky and the distinct, familiar scent of cedar. A jolt like a flash of lightning shot through me. My breath came in gasps, and grew ragged; Even the roots of my ears burned. That scent-it was a key, opening a floodgate of memories. The familiarity of it all washed over me. He had held me like this before, our breaths mingling, our heartbeats falling into sync. “I don’t want to fight anymore,” his voice was thick with weariness, edged with a plea. “I’m tired. Will you stay with me?” His scent-that familiar, intoxicating scent-circled me like a net, pulling tight and strangling my resolve. My wolf stirs uneasily within; Deep down in my heart I felt her yearning, urgent, primal. She missed his wolfishness. She yearned for this bond, this bond etched into the flesh and bone. I took in the faint red threads of fatigue in his eyes, the fresh blood that had n