I knew I was powerful, but…so was he. I could sense the eather coursing through his veins. It reminded me of mine, but there was more to it. My head cocked as I inhaled deeply. His scent was amazing. Like pine, spice, citrusy snow, and power. There was also something wild and animalistic, but also something else. An element that had been in generations of those who carried his blood. Something old. Something infinite. I needed to be careful.
