Chapter 120: Chapter 120

　　Alpha King Damon

　　In Wellmore village, we shift back into human form and quickly dress before walking through Wellmore market and taking in the happenings around us.

　　‘I can smell her scent here,’ I tell Troy and Zayden.

　　‘I can smell something wonderful... rosemary and lavender. Mmm…’ Troy says, sniffing the air.

　　‘Uh, no. Her scent is violets and honey...’ I correct him.

　　Troy is a little off, and his eyes dart around, searching.

　　‘Are you okay, Troy?’ I ask him.

　　‘I'm not sure. My wolf is hyped up. I'm trying to calm him down,’ he says.

　　‘Ok. Let’s focus and pull yourself together,’ I tell him.

　　‘Is it me, or are all the villagers talking about Maia?’ I ask them, and we pause and listen, with our wolf hearing.

　　‘She is so beautiful. I wish I had her eye colour,’ a young blonde girl of about fifteen, with a pale blue shawl over her shoulders, tells her companion at a wooden table as they nibble on apricots.