Chapter Twelve

​I felt her eyes burning the back of my neck before I saw her. She was short standard Doe size not, shortay size. My senses where in high gear as they are after a ride on the beast, I call my motorcycle. She smelt of the hospital, coffee, and a Morris nictotine vape. That was just the perfume though, her true scent my wolf senses dug out was a mix of adreniline, frustration, and arousal. On second breath I knew, she was another, not a Lycan, but she was a mix of something wildly floral and something dull, almost dusty. 

​As I took off my helmet with no more than the standard rizz, I caught a look. She was standing under a flicking light. Leaned against a black Toyota, vaping. Her outline and her eyes were all I was able to see. It was enough, she was average built with dark hair. Trashy scene clothes, the babes wore when they wanted to be harassed all night. When I killed the engine and the hum of the Hospital florescent bulb, paired with the sliding doors pouring a flood of sanitizer vapors out in the parking lot and washing all scents away. When those mixed, my beast retreated. I wasn't here for a girl, I was here for [Friend]. He's a prospect but he shows a lot of potential. He is lying up there, out of the action and It's my responsibility to let him know that our pack has his back.