Scent of Desire

Darkness was ruling over the Starfall forest.

‘Hoot! Hoot!’  

The frequent screaming of the owls bothered the enigmatic tranquillity of the night until footsteps began to increase, crackling the dry branches and leaves under its claws.

It was the footsteps of a night creature that was running through that dense, Starfall forest of Auryn. 

Her breathing was heavier as she ran faster until she reached the top of the mountain that was separating Auryn and Verena, working as a border between those two kingdoms. 

That golden she-wolf stood higher on her hind legs, pointing her nose towards the moon.

The silvery moon, loomed large, surrounded by an ethereal glow like the mighty queen of the velvety black sky. The stars in the presence of the moon made it the guardian of all the stars.

That Shewolf’s golden and silky fur tousled by the soft breezes of the spring as her rare purple eyes were the colour of lavenders; lively, enchanting, and beautiful. Breaking that serene silence of that silvery night, that she-wolf began howling, announcing her first transformation delightfully.

Scattered in the forest of the Auryn, more howling of the werewolves of the Golden Heart pack accompanied her, ushering her into her adulthood and becoming a true werewolf.

‘HOWWWWWLLLLLLLL!’

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POV of Keir Allen Walker-

‘This scent!’

I paused abruptly in the middle of my evening run. My Lycan growled impatiently the moment the most intoxicating and alluring scent hit my nostrils. I looked around but I could not feel anyone’s presence as the tempting scent got stronger and stronger. It smelt like a rare combination of vanilla and lavender it made my heart leap in excitement. 

‘What is this scent? Damn! This is driving me crazy.’

For the first time, I lost control over my lycan and he began to run desperately, following that bewitching scent and searching for the source until I reached the border of Verena, my territory. That delicious scent, a sense of urgency was making me insane and my lycan wanted to cross the border between those two rival territories just like that.

‘No! No! You can’t do that… STOP IT!’

I tried to calm my beast down while panting constantly. My brain was in tumult, puzzled by that sudden provocation of my desire, of the primitive lust of my untamed beast. My needy eyes were searching desperately for the reason of such an unexpected heat when I noticed that golden she-wolf, standing at the top of the mountain of Auryn territory.

The mystery in her purple eyes beckoned to me irresistibly. She looked weak and small in comparison to my huge lycan yet her golden fur was glimmering as if a sculpture made of melted gold, ethereal and gorgeous.

I took a few steps forward, enchanted by her temptation, forgetting the rules of not crossing the boundary. The closer I went, the stronger the scent became as if I was wrapped in a blanket of pleasant sensation. It was the scent of late-night trysts and forbidden sensuality, and I gasped as it enveloped me.

The golden she-wolf didn’t notice my presence. She pointed her nose towards the silvery moon and began to howl in an inexperienced manner. Her howls were softer and weaker than a normal werewolf and trembling in nervousness.

I scoffed in amusement, ‘Heh! A small wolf? How can she make me so restless?’

My Lycan growled again, insisting to move forward to touch her. Her delicate presence awoke a profound desire in me. A desire to devour her, to sin to claim her as mine, to mark her and feel her warmth, make her moan and beg my name.

But, startling me, her companions and the rest of the pack members of the Golden Heart started to yelp, welcoming her officially into their pack. I thought, staring at her golden and slender silhouette, glimmering proudly, ‘So it is her first transformation ceremony. That’s why she looks so weak. But, why does she have such a strong, lust-provoking scent?’

I was still feeling magnetically attracted to her while my mind was clouded with numerous unanswered questions. The annoying howling of those lowly werewolves was still bothering the haunting darkness of the night but I was more bothered because of the frustrated and anxious behaviour of my lycan who was ready just to pounce on that she-wolf, forgetting about all the taboo.

However, next time when I looked up again with my needy eyes and tormented soul, I couldn’t see that mysterious she-wolf again. The top of the hill was empty while the silvery moonlight wrapped it under its blanket. Her alluring scent began to fade away gradually, making my lycan more restless and desperate, furious enough to slaughter anyone who would come in front of him at that moment. 

The entire nature was clothed in the shining silvery robes of the moonlit night. Every object appeared to be cheerful and mirthful. The whispering of the wild stags, the crackling sound of the leopards’ tiptoes, the thumping of the giant bears- my Lycan could hear the presence of all its favourite prey. 

However, I didn't feel attracted to any of those. I already shifted back to my human form as I sensed an odd twinge of disappointment, a heaviness centred in my chest. My Lycan was whining and letting out soft and angry growls, trying to take control of me.

He badly wanted to find her which was driving it crazy!

While aching with inner pain and standing just on the border of Ayrun and Verena, I grumbled in utter confusion.

‘Who the fuck was that she-wolf and where did she exactly disappear?’

Exactly at that moment, a realization hit me hard, ‘Wait! She wasn't my mate, right? She can’t be! It’s impossible. How can a tiny and weak she-wolf like her be fated with a pure-blood lycan!’

Just that baseless idea darkened my face and my nostrils flared with fury. But, my frustrated lycan still didn’t give me any response and it was busy sniffing the air around us, still trying to track that intoxicating scent of forbidden lust which was going to be the sole reason for my destruction and redemption at the same time.

‘Scent of my sinful Desire!!!’