" While my heat burns me to ash, one sub-zero thread of ice cuts into my chest, all ragged, bloody shards that slice a little deeper with every pump of my shattering heart.
I could step inside. Force my perfume on them.
My pheromones would change this game in a caramel-soaked second.
But I already have their answer. "
― Lola Rock , Pack Darling: Part One (Pack Darling, #1)