18 The familiar yet strange scent

>Yohan

This smell.

I looked around in confusion as I stopped in my path while having a run in the forest.

This scent, one I’ve never smelt before, completely foreign to me, yet with a huge amount of familiarity.

What was this?

Does this even make any sense? Why do I find it so familiar when I’ve never smelt it before?

Night had fallen and there was no moon in the sky. On nights like these werewolves are on their lowest power and no normal magical being can cross over to the human world, yet, there it was.

A scent I just had to follow. For an unknown reason it was attracting me. Something inside of me was very curious about it.

Quietly I crept up behind the trees as my gaze landed on a figure of a woman with a nice slender body and long wavy black hair.

I kept quite a large distance between us but still I could tell she was a powerful being. No wonders she was able to cross over so easily, but that wasn’t the thing that bothered me.