The Moon's Chosen

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Tyson followed Name, the wind as well as the fast movement keptthrowing her scent back to him, while when it came from the cotton,wool, and denim of her clothing it was more potent when it came fromher (hair length) hair or her (skin color) skin. Tyson never thoughtthat he would be this kind of person, but he was. All he wanted wasto wrap his arms around her and to just breathe her in. He couldsmell other things; denim from her jeans, wool and cotton that heguessed was from her top,(rose/daisy/sunflower/violet/lavender/freesia/favorite flower) thathe could guess from the soap that started this all that it was fromthe soap. But the scents of her came through to him and sang to him.When his home smelled like this, he'd be able to consider himself ahappy man, he'd be able to meet Death happily.

Whatever small niggling doubt he had that she wasn't, that it wassomeone else or that it was just a combination of scents that let himknow what his mate would one day smell like, it was her. It was her,the (signature scent) was calling to him, screaming to the very coreof him, mate.

All Tyson wanted to do was pull her into his chest, hold her closeand breathe her in. This was her, his mate. And she was human. Therewas no mistaking it, she had no wolf, she didn't have any idea who hewas. She thought he was some random man who bumped into her in thelibrary.

Still despite that he wanted her to, he wanted her to know, to bepulled to him and wanted to be wrapped in his scent as much as hewanted hers

He wondered what their scents would combine and make? Most, like hisparents, combined their scents; from the stories his mother alwayssmelled like citrus while his dad smelled of vanilla sugar, but healways knew the two to have a scent of some citrus cake; lemon,mango, orange, some kind of cake. Others, though rare, smelledcompletely different, a member of his pack always smelled of pepper,he was just a pup at the time and he only remembered because of howmuch it made him sneeze, they had met another pack, he hadn't seenmuch but they were staying in the pack house and he remembered theother werewolf had smelt like overly sweet strawberry shortcake; thetwo together smelt of the ocean.

"Here we are," she turned to him and Tyson took the chance toopen the door to the community center.

"Please, after you," he smiled and she gave a giggle.

"Thank you," she went in and pointed him, not towards the thetack board but across the room from it. "Over there is the classes,and over there," she pointed to the tack board, "that's wherethere are community announcements, always a good thing to check out."She added before turning away to the receptionist of the center.

Tyson moved to the board to read through, they were separated intonot only days but the times. There were also three different prices,the note at the bottom gave an explanation, the first price was forsomeone going in with nothing, the second price was for if youbrought in the tools and the third price was for if you broughteverything that you needed.

Tyson only felt a little bit like a stalker as he looked for a classthat was soon, there were two choices. He heard Name speak to theperson manning the desk and pretended to be reading through theclasses. He felt more than just a little creepy as he listened in butfound that he didn't even care anymore. The thought of not seeing heragain scared him, irrationally scared him, ever since he had firsttaken in her scent he felt a...emptiness...inside himself.