Chapter ８

Carl had a muscle cramp and grabbed his side. He braced himself against the frame, and another man ran over quickly to help him get up. "Carl, are you all right?" asked the young Lycan. He smelled like aroma and something else familiar.

"Yes, sorry, I'm just-" When he turned to look at the third person in the room, he stopped in his tracks. When he saw her, his mouth went dry and he couldn't turn away. Another beautiful woman was sitting next to his sister. She was looking up at him with a look of surprise on her face. Her pouty lips were parted, and her olive-colored skin was smooth. Her cheekbones were high, and her thick, dark eyebrows were arched in a delicate way.

Beautiful eyes that were a mix of blue and green were framed by long, dark, sweeping eyelashes. Even in the harsh light of the kitchen, they seemed to glow. He could smell the faint scent of almonds on her, or maybe it was just in the whole house.