"Nobody except you and I, I did not change it at all," Danielle said, her voice turning slightly defensivebefore she softened it back into a purr. "In fact, you told me several times last night that you admiredit. You said I smelled like heaven." 

Conrad frowned. His memory was a hazy, fragmented mess, but he did remember those words. Heremembered whispering them as the fragrance had made his inner wolf roar. He looked at Daniellenow, trying to reconcile that memory with the scent currently assaulting his senses. 

He was confused. His instincts were telling him the scents were different, but he waved the thought off. Perhaps the wine had distorted...