Scent of a dream

the dream

The moon hung low illuminating the night through the trees with its soft warm glow. It was only two more nights ‘til the moon would be truly full. Staring up into the sky Scott did not know how he knew that, let alone how he had gotten himself lost in the woods late at night on the outskirts of Beacon Hills. He must have shifted in his sleep again which was disappointing it had been months since he had last done that.

“Really thought I had gotten ahold on the whole, being a werewolf thing.” Scott thought.

He slowly started to turn in a circle trying to orient himself and find his way home when suddenly he catches a familiar scent on the crisp night air. It's a sweet musky aroma that Scott could not quite place it, it's so familiar.

“If only I was a little closer I could figure out what it is I know I know it from somewhere”

Lost in thought Scott's feet start moving well before he's made up his mind on what to do, he somehow just began to follow his nose. What first started as a brisk walk is now a full-on run, the scent on the air has caught his blood on fire as he begins to shift. The only thing beating faster than Scott's feet on the ground is his heart in his chest. Emotions all revved up and his mind running wild, the wolf inside takes over.

Lost in the chase of his prey, fully consumed by the hunt for that musky aroma that fills him with desire, suddenly there is movement to Scott's left that catches his attention. He is almost there and the Wolf inside can feel it. Just a little further and he'll catch whatever is making that intoxicating scent. Whatever it is, it's causing him not to think straight. Desperate to know what it is, he pours on one more burst of energy knowing he'll have it.

Around the next tree, he catches his first glimpse of blonde curls. His wolf growls from deep inside as it gives chase. Scott feels as if his heart is going to leap from his chest.

‘You're almost there, you can't stop now’ is the message Scott is getting from his wolf. He gives up on running, drops to his hands, and starts loping on all fours moving faster than any human could have hoped to move. On all fours, the wolf truly can take over, rounding trees and flying over the underbrush with the easy of a wolf on the hunt.

Taking the next turn at breakneck speed, Scott's wolf catches sight of its prey and howls, showing its fangs which are dripping with hunger. Leaping over a fallen log, he soars through the air tackling his prey from behind, driving the blonde beta to the ground. Scott, with ease, flips his catch over. Using one hand, he pins his prey to the ground. As he does, Scott gets his first clear look at his catch, and is immediately lost in bright blue eyes with the slightest hint of gold, the beginning signs that the shift is about to start. Scott's wolf loses it. As his own eyes shine with a golden fire he gives in to his own desire.

Now filled with a primal lust he never knew was possible, he stares down at his prey pinned beneath him, head tilted and throat bared in a sign of submission. Scott begins to lower himself down to sink his fangs into that warm soft skin he cannot take his eyes off of. He is lost in the desperate desire for something deeper, something more.

Beep! Beep!! Beep!!!

Like that, the spell is broken. Jolting from bed, Scott reaches to turn off his alarm. Shaking his head and rubbing the sleep from his eyes “what was that.” This dream has been coming more and more often, and stronger every time. Tonight's dream was the most intense yet.