The Sweet Smell Of Musk

The cold air slapped me as I made my way through a path formed by constant walkthrough, the night was quiet except filled with crickets music and the usual nighttime bird sounds. Large trees danced around gracefully from the wind and the moonlight shone brightly, lightening my way, my destination was not quite much of a distance from my home and soon enough, I reached it.

I stared from the cover of a mahogany tree at the mansion that stood proudly amongst a thick mass of woodland - The Alpha’s home.

I felt my body stiffen and the fury in me worsen as I gazed upon it. The Alpha who was still the same devil that he'd always been remained in power and life, I was going to snatch both soon enough.

Alpha Damon had been away for three full moons now, only the elders in the council and my father knew where he was gone. Before now, I could count the number of times I’d actually seen him, he kept to himself and only spoke to the necessary men in power but still, he was feared and highly respected by all of us, me included but that girl was gone now.

I could still hear the demeaning laughter of the members of the Dark Moon pack on that night, I could feel my skin melting away slowly as the fire licked at it, my screams piercing through the air and almost deafening me, and if I tried harder with my eyes closed I could see him, Damon, a sadistic smile on his face as he dropped the torch on my mother's body.

I felt my eyes flame up the more I thought of it and I wondered if I should simply just snap and set his home on fire, but I immediately doused the idea, that was nothing. With enough manpower, his home could be rebuilt within a week and if there was anything these idiotic Werewolves had, it was manpower.

I stealthily made my way up a tree that was closest to a window in the house, the only way my teleportation power could work was if I envisioned the scenery of the place I want to be in but having never stepped foot in this bastard’s home -I and everyone else combined- I had to stick to climbing through like a petty thief. I pushed open the window slightly, my petite figure slid in effortlessly and I jumped down landing on my feet on the carpeted floor.

The house was blanketed in darkness and I had to grab around the air to feel objects in the room so my movement could be eased, I could have brought a torch from home but with the warriors down in front of his home strolling about, the light would be detected and that'll dampen my plan even before I started, and I had no plans.

I had been filled with passionate resentment when I stole away from home and headed here whilst knowing he wasn't around, I had no idea what I was meant to do when I could barely see anything. The house was warm so I suspected a fire had been lit up somewhere and I was right because when I finally made my way out of the room, I saw a fire burning downstairs in the fireplace.

The house was beautiful but quiet in a tragic way, its loneliness loud and obvious. Deciding to risk it, I got a torch and made my way back up the stairs opening and closing doors as I passed through.

“Let the witch and her daughter burn.” I chanted sardonically as I opened a room that looked to be the largest in the house, this was his room.

I stepped into it, my eyes dancing around. It was painted a dark shade of brown and held nothing but a large king-sized bed - it was hollow just like the rest of the house and I suspected, just like him.

“This is nothing,” I said to myself chuckling. By the time I was done with him, he was going to wish for death and death wouldn’t answer to his calls.

Alpha Damon’s Luna was killed by an affliction with no cure, she and her child - a little baby that had just been born. Her sickness was so severe it was obvious that she had been cursed and it was by no ordinary species, only witches were known to curse a person and only the strongest witch could summon a curse so powerful on another species. She had died shortly after of course and those damned Werewolves had looked around for the nearest witch within the area which was unfortunately my mother.

They had no proof she had done it and I knew my mother could never do anything like that, we had lived a peaceful and quiet life together away from everyone in our own solitude, we never had any interaction with the Werewolves so why would my mother curse their Luna and her child? But the wolves weren't the brightest kind around obviously and they were all going to pay for their ignorance, every single one of them.

I rummaged through the room, opening and closing drawers searching for what I didn't know until I came upon a locked one.

I angrily pulled at it but it still didn't budge, with my eyes closed, I proceeded to summon the power of heat into my fingers and it was at the moment I perceived the distinct smell of another werewolf within close range, I froze.

The hair on my body stood and I felt a cold shiver run down my spine, this was no ordinary werewolf, this was the…

“What the hell are you doing here?” I heard a voice ask angrily.

I felt the energy shift in the room, it was as though all of the air had been sucked out of my lungs, every single nerve in my body was responding to his presence, the air in the room had switched - a thick smell of something sweet and musky filled the room and I felt the smell making its way around me, twirling and I knew he felt it too, from how our bodies had frozen simultaneously in the sudden awareness of each other.

I turned to him slowly, my heart beating too fast for my comfort, I was almost sure he could hear it and when my eyes finally set upon him, I felt all the blood in me drain, Alpha Damon stood in front of me as I had remembered him - tall, devilishly handsome and with those cold eyes that seemed to be able to pierce through a person’s soul devouring all of their deepest, darkest secrets.

He had frozen at the sight of me too, and for the first time, I noticed something in his expression other than the usual coldness - shock, just as I was, terribly shocked in a way that set dread to settle in my stomach.

I heard her voice in my head, for the first time that night, in violation of the silent treatment she'd been giving me,

“Mate,” My wolf purred just as I felt myself collapse on the cold, hard floor.