Why you left me

Richard's POV

Next day after attack

"What's that smell" I asked sniffing around.

"What smell?" Owen asked, is he mad? It's so strong.

"This smell, like fresh lilies?"

"Must be some room freshener man, we are at hospital."

"I know where we are, you idiot." We were here to check injured werewolves of Pearl moon pack.

But it didn't smell like some bloody room freshener. It...it smelled real...like real lilies were shoved right in my nose. This smell was enticing and intoxicating and...is it..?

'What is it Derek, is it our mate's smell?' I asked getting anxious.

'Huh? I don't know.' he said as if not interested.

'Oh! Come on, Saint Derek, 'YOU' don't know! How’s that possible?' What wrong with him, he knows everything, I mean EVERYTHING. That’s why I call him saint Derek and, Mates, let me quote it in inverted commas and bold letters "MATE" is his all-time favourite topic. So why is he being indifferent? I have heard that your mates smell can drive you mad, ya whatever!

I followed the sce