As she sat in the bar, contemplating her drink, she sighed and thought, 'None of these humans will do. They are too weak, too sleazy, or too drunk for me. I'll have to take care of this myself.'
She was a werewolf in desperate need of release. She paid for her drinks and got off her stool, brushing past a large man as she walked out of the door, not noticing who, or what, he was .
He caught the scent of her arousal, the deep rich musky scent of a female werewolf, and followed her discreetly out the door. She decided to blow off some steam before heading home, and walked toward the open areas of her favorite hunting spot. She headed towards the park that faced onto the forest, and upon leaving the town center, she caught the heavy, enticing scent of an aroused male werewolf. She was surprised, as the other werewolves she knew of kept to the inner parts of New York.
Excited by this prospect, her inner-wolf encouraged her to increase her pace as the pursuing wolf's scent became stronger. She suddenly stopped and turned, catching a glimpse of the man following her. She caught his dark gaze for a moment before racing off into the forest. Seeing her race off sent a thrill through his body.His wolf urged him to chase her, and he raced down the path and into the trees where she had gone, trying to catch her scent among the trees. She had spread her scent over a wide area, so it was hard to distinguish which direction she had actually gone. His erection now painfully hard, he raised his head to take another sampling of the forest air.
Catching her scent even stronger than before, he followed this new trail until he heard breaking twigs. He raced behind a tree and watched the woman he was pursuing dart between the trees ahead.
She surveyed the area, looking for the presence of the pursuing male; she smelled his rich, intoxicating scent but was unable to find him. Her ears perked as a twig snapped not far from her. Her wolf senses took over, and she raced away as she saw her pursuer charging out from behind a large tree. The chase was on.
As he raced through the steadily thickening trees, he tracked her sprinting shape, the scent of her arousal hanging thick in the air. A growl simmered low in his throat as he pursued her, and he wolf- howled as she vanished from sight. He increased his speed, wanting to find her again, the amount of light steadily decreasing as the thickening trees blocked out the light of the pearly almost-full moon.
Hoping to corner him, she turned in a wide arc, hoping to surprise him, preferring to be the predator, rather than the prey. A growl rose up in her throat as she caught the heavy scent of her target's arousal. She heard his howl again, this time she replied. She stood as still as possible as she heard the thick growth of the trees being pushed aside. A rush of desire slivered through her as a wave of his deeply masculine scent washed over her.
Scanning the trees, he looked for her shape. He knew she was close by. He could smell her scent that hung thickly in the air around him. He let out a loose growl as he stalked through the bushes, her scent becoming steadily stronger. He came across an opening in the canopy, and at that moment, the moon rose over the trees at just the right angle. A beam of bright moonlight shot through the gap in the canopy, illuminating the ground he stood on.