Ghosts

Graeme entered the last room on the left where he knew there were always clothes available. The outpost was used by every guard and perimeter runner, every scout at some point in time. Given the nature of their work shifting to and from wolf form, they were often in need of extra clothes.

The door was already open and when he walked through the doorway, he stopped. He wasn't sure why. But it was like the ghost of a memory hit him as soon as he walked in. And there was the most enchanting scent…

He stared at the bed for a moment before he walked to the closet, which looked like it had already been rifled through tonight. He pulled on a pair of joggers and a tee shirt and then sat on the bed, stumped about what to do next. Why had he blacked out? Why was Greta messing with him about a mate? Had she put this intoxicating scent in here to lure him into believing he had a mate?