Why was Hellcat a woman? Was this some kind of fucked up big time hallucination?
It didn't look like it, even though he wished it were.
He had been restless ever since she left, thinking those wolves following them might have gotten their hands on her. It was still the night of the full moon after all, and the hunting spree hadn't sufficed.
So he had left the cottage, trailing her scent. He had kept his aura and presence silent, just in case he happened to run into an enemy instead. As he walked deeper into the woods, he heard strange noises.
And scents in the air.
Familiar.
He panicked and ran closer.
As he did, the sound cleared up and...he heard moaning, with the voice of someone familiar. Very familiar.
And the scent. It was musky. A combination of Wild Jasmine with a hint of pine that messed with his head, and he was pretty sure that scent was also familiar.
