The smell reaches you again.
This time it's clearer. Closer.
Werewolf.
Wild and unfamiliar.
A stranger. A stranger in pack territory.
A surge of white-hot instinct rushes through you. The wolf inside stirs. You feel wild. You feel angry.
This city might be new to the pack but that doesn't mean it isn't already yours. If a wolf wanted to enter, they should have howled. Or, at the very fucking least, sent the Alpha a text message.
But they didn't. They came in unannounced in the middle of the night.
Invader. Intruder. Enemy.
You want to attack. To howl and bite and rip and kill. You want to show the trespasser just how wrong they were coming here.
"Fuck Vicky and Ed," Marco snarls and starts running.
You curse and follow.
You run on two legs but move as swiftly as animals, taking advantage of the darkness and the cold empty streets.
A dog barks, the wind howls, but nothing stops you as you race along a deserted road, through a grid of tangled alleyways, and into a small car park. The scent is stronger here. Hot in your nose, but also oddly nuanced. It tugs at something in you, something you can't name.
You slow to a stop as you find what you're looking for, crouched between two parked cars.
"Leave me alone!"
A woman, small and skinny, with piercing grey eyes, and a matted mane of messy brown hair.
Marco steps forward with a growl.
Instantly the nails on her hands aren't nails anymore, but vicious-looking claws.
"I said, leave me alone!"
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