Chapter .2.

Whoever said the small things don't matter has never seen a match start a wildfire. ~BeauTaplin.WILDFIRE *** It's a long drive. Almost six hours. Six hours on the road, until I finally reach my goal. I pull up to the training camp and slowly close my eyes, allowing the smell to wash over me. Males. The stench of testosterone and dominance. Of power and glory, desire for more and bloodthirsty drive to possess. Alphas. It's not until I take in the scent, that my hands start to shake. "No. No, don't do that." I hurriedly command my limbs to work. They couldn't fail me now. Not now. I had purposely not taken a shower after my run for this. So they could also smell the scent of sweat and work from me. Instead of the fragra