Not my spec
Matthew said, clapping me on the back as we headed into the room together.
I sat at my desk, twirling a pen between my fingers as we chatted about random things. Strangely, a familiar scent hit my nose. The feeling from the previous night surged through me with overwhelming force, awakening my wolf. My senses sharpened in an instance. The room faded in my eyes but I could hear every breath, smell every scent, and feel the faint shift in the air.
The background noise faded into dead silence. Heavy footsteps echoed down the hall, and my nose traced the distinct scent straight to the classroom doorway. My eyes followed.