WEREWOLVES NO.1 || Unchained ✔️

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the new moon was overwhelmingly dark.
there would be no creatures out tonight, aside from the hulking black wolf that roamed the land.

His tongue lolled, blood still staining his razor-sharp teeth after a recent kill.

he raised his great head and flared his massive nostrils, unsure of what he was aiming to locate but looking for something anyway.

the distant tang of a town nearby caught his nose, and he followed it to a cliff. he looked out at the distant lights, smelling the faint scents of humans, food, and human establishments. his nostrils flared again, and he inhaled the scent of the neighborhoods.

he could smell something sweet and tantalizing on the wind coming from one of those houses, and he followed his nose as he leaped down the cliff, crashed to the ground, and ran through the trees. the ripe smell grew stronger and stronger, until the wolf could see the house from where the smell was coming from.

A teenage girl stood in front of her exposed window, fluffing out her shoulder-length brown hair. even from way out here, and from outside the walls of the house, the wolf could smell the fibers and shampoo of her hair. he inhaled loudly, enjoying the smell. he was proud of his powerful senses, and wished he could do more with this girl.

he realized that this would have to be his next victim in his plan for expanding the werewolf population. she was perfect for it, too.

i'm coming for you.

then he disappeared back into the shadows with her scent locked into his nose.