Everyone has their own idea of what is happiness. Money, fame, power, peace, family, friends - you name it. For Dominic, it's the feel of wind on his skin, the wellbeing of his pack, the food in his belly and the smell of rain. Yes, that smell of petrichor. It calms his soul and fills his heart to the brim with what matters, settling his ever hard working mind from chaos.

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He tried really, really hard not to yawn. This meeting was boring and dragging on for too long, his patience wearing micro thin. How long does it take to make a damn decision here? This was an easy case. Settlemen after an assault yet the man refused to pay what he should do. Luckily, Dominic had all the right words to put him in his place. Few words here and there and his client walked away with a restraining order and a compensation big enough to start new.

Then it hit him. The smell of petrichor, from whoever is waiting outside the meeting room.