2. Connor
Connor
I pull up to my packhouse, feeling dazed and uneasy.
My mind races as I process the whirlwind of emotions that engulf me.
Cali had been an unexpected detour tonight.
When I first looked at her, an uncanny familiarity tugged at the edges of my mind.
Her beautiful auburn hair fell under her winter hat in soft, enchanting waves cascading down to her shoulders.
Her hazel eyes held a swirling blend of colors that drew me in deep.
Her button nose crinkled with the faintest hint of a smile.
I hadn't detected a scent, so she might be a beta, but the cold made it impossible to tell. I would remember if I'd met her before.
The house I share with my pack is still lit up inside.
I can see the guys sitting in the living room window on the sectional leather couch.
Clearly, they're watching the game. From the raucous yells and cheers, I imagine the Fangs won against the Pilgrims. I'd like to go in and enjoy the game with them but Cali's all I can think about.
I have to mentally push my mixed thoughts about her to the side. I'm still struggling as I head inside.
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