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" by this thoughts his wolf was yelping sad. Gulf's smell getting sour and filled the place. Even Gulf can feel his own smell then he realized that he forgot to take the scent hidder. He was scared that his alpha's wolf get triggered then he asked himself "what should I do?" with his panic mind his smell was getting more sour, then he heard Mew's voice."Honey. why is your smell getting sour!? I am here. it's ok. Dear..

“Do you really want to die that badly?” I kept my gaze steady. That was when I felt it. The other scent… the stronger one, getting closer. It was overwhelming. Not in a bad way. It was like smelling a battlefield about to begin. Raw power. Pure. Wild. “I think you’re in big trouble, Mr. Wolf,” I murmured with a mischievous little smile. My eyes returned to the door behind him. “Like… really big trouble.” The black wolf wrinkled his snout and turned his head.

My mind quick to pick out three of the four wolves before me. Vox, Ash and Volt. So who was the other wolf standing alongside them? Suddenly drawn to the fourth wolf like that of a magnet do I continue to watch the scene unfold before me. Each voice both familiar to me yet not. Two of the five voices unfamiliar to me. “Where’s Tori?” “Give him back to US!” “He’s OURS” “Return him this instance” A dark humorless laugh soon echoing within the darkened sky. The massive wolf just standing there along with rows and rows of hungry wolves. A scent far worse than death soon filling the air. A scent that smelled like rotten eggs and torn flesh. A smell that was enough to make me gag.

The space compresses until I’m pinned without being touched. An elbow drives into my ribs — sharp bone against bone. “Ah—” Air leaves my lungs before I can stop it. A hand grips my arm — not violent, just firm enough to redirect. When it releases, I’m no longer in line. The wolf who took my place doesn’t look at me. “I was standing there,” I say, keeping my voice level. He turns slowly. “Fucking sad,” he sneers, leaning close enough that I smell meat and iron on his breath. “Now you aren’t.”

I stood before the mirror, trembling. “Come out!” I screamed. My voice cracked. “Come out, damn you!” But there was no answer. “You're supposed to be my wolf companion! My protector! How could you, how could you kill him?” My breath came in ragged sobs. “You monster… You coward! Show yourself!” My wolf didn’t speak. It was like she’d buried herself deep inside me, ashamed, or worse… indifferent. I collapsed to the floor, broken and breathless, tears searing down my cheeks. I curled into myself, praying that this was all a nightmare, that I’d wake up and find my father humming in the kitchen, that the arena had never happened, that my wolf had never emerged.

The smell was like a punch in the stomach. An explosion of sensations invaded Nolan's body the moment the aroma hit his nostrils. Strawberry, chocolate, mint and forest - sweet, fresh and wild at the same time. Thunder, his inner wolf, roared in his mind, driven mad by the scent trail. He tried to resist, tried to hold on to control, but it was like trying to contain a hurricane with his bare hands. “No!” shouted Nolan inside his own head, trying to contain the wolf. “Not now! This can't be happening.”

'Oh, Birthday girl ' 'Time to wish her', my wolf said. I agreed with a smirk. I was taking slow steps down the stairs looking at her. She was doing shots with two other girls. I was at the last step and I smelt the most delicious smell ever. Rose and Rain. My wolf started jumping and involuntarily I took two steps following the smell. It's from that girl. I wanted to stop myself but I couldn't. 'Mate', my wolf said. 'It's my mate', he was trying to take control over me.

— Tolerable. - Not cold? - asked the "snowy", skeptically looking at me from head to toe. Well, yes, I jumped out again in one shirt. I could only smile, because it was impossible to think of a more stupid question. “Have you forgotten that I am a fiery wolf?” I smiled as I tossed out my cigarette butt. “Fiery wolves are not afraid of any frost,” oh yes, he knew, and judging by his face, this was exactly the reaction he expected from me. Stretching, I leaned back against the lantern, feeling some wrong lightness from the conversation.

But Mikel will never believe, and yes, that's Mikel for you, plus he is so afraid to stand in the same room with wolves, and only the frighten alone can make him not to understand what he is doing again. And so Mikel hearing that very last word of Wisdom made him become so mad. Mikel was like, seriously wisdom has started again? what does he mean by he can smell that the wolves are harmless so his smell can go far that he is now capable to smell natural wolves, he has come up with this his bad smelling habits. How can he look at angry wolves and say that he has smelled that these wolves are harmless, it is not really well known if they use to add other ingredients to his smell, all this was

“Well, it’s deep on every mountain in the country and is well hidden. But you’ll get killed even before you can find it. Good luck on finding one, old man.” Snickering at him and was about to walk away when a rattling noise of coins hit the wooden table – making her turn her face to the adamant old man. “What should I do to avoid such a situation?” “Well, old man. There is a perfume that eradicates any kind of human smell that you could pass through all werewolves – as long as you hide well and don't make any noises. Just like the pheromone neutralizing perfume but much more expensive. If you want one, you know where to find it.”