Mia burst into her master's bedroom, ignoring everyone she passed and bounding straight onto the bed. Roberto and the others exchanged worried looks, silently praying whatever trouble she carried would pass quickly.
On her master's private floor, she shut the door, threw the bolt, and dove onto his bed before seizing his pillow, burrowing her small nose into it, and nuzzling deep.
Ah, Master's scent—so sharp, so perfect! With this I can beat anyone!
Jett had doubted she could maintain the forest's dominion from inside the mansion, but Mia believed his scent was the last ingredient she needed. The instant she learned she could enter this room, she knew victory was within reach, though jealousy still gnawed at her that someone outside had caught her master's eye. It was a miracle she remained so graceful and poised while a storm of emotions tore at her heart.
