Running from the Wolves (Wolfsbane #1)

by Lola Glass

ARLA: Pack get-together at our upstate neighborhood tonight. You’re on the guest list. ME: Bad idea, given my unfortunate smell. ARLA: You smell like sex, Henley. Not garbage. ME: Think I’d rather smell like a dumpster. ARLA: All the enforcers are needed to keep the peace. You’re coming even if I have to hogtie you and throw you in the back of Roman’s truck. ME: Doubt you know how to hogtie. ARLA: I’ll be at your door in an hour ARLA: With pizza ME: Don’t put pineapple on it

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“There are many words to describe your scent, but weird is not one of them. You smell like everything I never knew I wanted.”