Déjà vu

Valeria pulled the thick, oversized grey sweatshirt over her head, the heavy fabric instantly enveloping her in Draven’s overwhelming scent. Crisp pine, bitter frost, and the raw, undisputed power of an alpha male flooded her senses. The warmth of the garment was a stark contrast to the freezing Northern air, but as she tugged the hem down, she quickly realized the limitations of her new wardrobe.