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Roman's head snapped up with enough power to make his teeth clash together. Sucking in a deep, shaky breath, his nostrils flared as his cornflower-blue eyes scoured the mass of people that surrounded him, darting to find the source of the smell that lit his very body on fire. It was a smell he knew well. One that haunted him. One that he had waited fifteen years to smell again. But even with his sharp eyes, he couldn't see what his nose knew was there. 

The wolf inside of him stirred, raising its head, and the howl it released tumbled out of Romans human lips. The beast inside him scented the air that was thick with lust and desperation and whined. His animal wanted out. It pushed against his skin, making his chiselled features sharper. His skin stretched tight over his already sharp cheekbones, as if it would burst from his skin at any second.

She was here.

His wolf wanted to find her. Needed to find her. For the first time in his adult life, Roman struggled to control his wolf. Unconsciously, he reached to loosen his tie. As if somehow that would help.  The fidgety movement was not lost on the people at his table; several pairs of wary eyes watched him from beneath their lowered lashes.

"You ok there Roman?"

He was silent for a second before his eyes left their endless search and he turned them on the younger man on his left. Smiling down at his packmate and friend in a way that he hoped conveyed that everything was indeed fine, even when it wasn't. He needed to find her, and soon before his wolf forced the shift. He nodded once. "All good here." raising his champagne glass he toasted the table, as if that somehow made his statement true. The delicate cut crystal looked so out of place in his big hands. Hands that were white-knuckled and shaking. If he wasn't careful, if he didn't gain some semblance of control, he would smash that delicate crystal into dust. He put the glass down gingerly.

 "Just wondering what I could smell, it's making my wolf go a little crazed." Well that was the truth. It just wasn't all the truth. 

The smaller man raised an eyebrow. Roman, who had impeccable control over every aspect of his life, and that included the animal side of him, was acting...  strange. "I think the only pleasant thing I can smell is the smell of the desserts they just bought out." The younger man laughed "But I didn't peg you for a sweet lover, I thought you were all about the bloody steak?"

Roman turned in his chair to follow where the younger man was pointing. And his wolf clamoured in his head, pacing and whining like a caged animal.

Standing amongst the most lavish display of desserts he had ever seen, talking animatedly to the bride, was a small woman. No more than five foot four, she was curvy in a way that made a lazy smile form on his lips. His body quickened as he shifted to get a better look. Dark hair fell in loose waves down her back. His eyes took her in,feasting on the sight of the woman he had thought he would never see again. The shapely calves, the figure-hugging pale blue dress, the mass of wavy dark hair that was slightly darker then he remembered it being. Her shoulders moved as she laughed at something the man on her right had said. Roman's hearing was good, but not so good that he could hear a conversation over two hundred intoxicated people chatting. He needed to get closer. He needed to see her. To smell her. To touch her. 

She was his.

She had always been his.

She turned as if someone had called her name, and her eyes met his over the dance floor. She looked bewildered, confused to find someone staring at her so intently but she smiled. A small, uncertain smile. And a million fantasies of what he could do with those full smiling lips flashed through his mind. His perfectly tailored suit became instantly snugger.