It was only part-way down the hill, walking slowly toward the familiar scented human female and perhaps seventy feet away when another shift in the wind brought back the original scent that had intrigued it so.
The human female, the intrigue, the almost “pack-like” familiarity of her scent, the inquisitive desire to get closer to her had caused it to temporarily forget about that other.
But not any longer.
The fur on the back of its neck rumpled as the other’s scent came in strong and sure. It was closer than before, and moving.
Moving in the direction of the human female with the pack-scent familiarity. With the other’s scent came the resolve of a hunt. The other was regarding this woman as prey.
The wolf immediately leapt down the hill, racing toward her.
“Michael?” She said, the fear coming through in both her voice and scent. The woman started taking a few cautious steps backward.
A flash of grey no more than three yards from the woman burst from a low set of bushes and leapt through the air toward her.
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A Canadian Werewolf in New York
ParanormalBeing a werewolf isn't all about howling at the moon and running carelessly through boundless fields feeling the wind in your fur. For Michael Andrews, a Canadian living in Manhattan and afflicted with lycanthropy, there are odd side effects to bein...
