[NIKITA]
Arya walked slowly down the stairs, trying to keep her wolf in control. The whole house was filled with a rich woody scent, one so sweet she wanted to have more of it.
Carefully, she tried to make herself look composed. She needed to be, but the whiffs of the woody scent in the room were driving her crazy.
She had been close to Nikita once, hell, she had been in his bed, but she hadn't noticed his scent, or rather, she had forced her wolf into submission, making the poor wolf quieten and not talk about anything related to Nikita.
If she hadn't done that, then she would have known just how good her mate smelled. The closer they got to the living room, the happier the war wolf was. She however knew she had to choose but with her wolf promising to behave, Arya decided it was a risk worth taking.