Inhale

'This is not fair,' Enid thought to herself.

She could smell the arousal in the room that she shared with her bestie as soon as she entered. Her heightened senses playing with her in a way in which she was not accustomed.

One moment everything was normal. The sky was clear, with only a mild overcast, and everyone was enjoying the feast.

Well, almost everyone.

Enid could not help the annoyance she felt at her mother's insistence and borderline discrimination.

She knew that if it weren't for her alpha, she would be sitting there feeling hurt by the lack of acceptance that she was getting from her mom, but it was different now. She was different now. She was powerful now.

Or, at least she thought so.

Right up until it got dark.

She could smell the fear in the air. The confusion, desperation, panic that was swirling in the once peaceful banquet that took an abrupt dive into chaos with the arrival of the sheriff.

She was powerful now.

But Vlad was more.

And now, as soon as she opened the door to her room, a scent that she was not certain she would ever catch coming off of her bestie hit her face like water balloon on a warm day.

Instantly the scent filled her nose, throat, then brain.

She did not notice that she had licked her lips until her tongue was already back inside her mouth.

'Get a grip, Enid!' She admonished herself as she quickly stepped passed the threshold of the door and swiftly closed it behind her.

Her eyes darting in every direction, as her ears took in the smallest of sounds.

She was alone.

That's good.

She leaned her back against the door. Patting her chest as cheeks took on a rosy hue.

She let her mind drift, flitting through different scenarios of what could have happened between Vlad and Wednesday for the familiar scent of her bestie to take on such an erotic note.

She pictured their soft lips playing along the surface of one another's as their tongues engaged in a tangled battle for domination. One that she was certain would be won by her Alpha. No matter how feisty her bestie was. Then, she thought about Wednesday's hands pressed against his solid chest, trailing down his deeply defined abs, and down to the V that she was certain made up his waist, before she reached what was certain to be a dick so beautiful that it deserved to be taken out on a date of its own.

Then, her mind kept racing. She replayed the events again. Only this time, it was not Wednesday hands on his chest, but his hands on Wednesday's chest. Those perfect breast that she knew would fit perfectly in her hands, but were fully enveloped in his larger hands. His large hands that definitely would not stay idle resting on her bestie's perfect chest. They would roam down. Lower. Lower. And lower, until.

Her eyes snapped open. Her breaths rough and ragged. Her body was humming. Brimming with energy. She could feel every inch of her figure.

If the hair that had sprouted along various parts of her body and the gigantic canines that somehow fit into her partially elongated mouth were any indication, it could only mean, her wolf had come out to play, and Oh Em Squee if it did not feel glorious.

She took a deep inhale in.

She could smell the liquid that had made its way out of one of the few places that somehow remained hairless since her last shave, and compared the smell to that of her roomies.

They mixed well together.

Very well.

She slid her back down the door and let her bottom impact the floor as she spread her legs wide with her knees raised.

The cool air hitting her soaked panties through the opening of her skirt provided some relief from the slight heat that had accumulated. She was beginning to think she needed to have a conversation with her pack. Clearly, horny was contagious.

"Hmmm, Wednesday should be dealing with whatever is going on with her dad." She began to dictate her thoughts out loud. "Vlad is probably off doing his own thing. He rarely gets involved in her adventures." She furrowed her brows a little in consideration.

Then, she seemed to gain a look of enlightenment. "I need an adventure!"

With a quick roll forward to a handstand that ended in her flexible back bending until her feet met the floor and she was off.

Nimble steps took her across the room, her mind not even consciously registering the level of ease at which she moved her body, until she was on her bed, with her laptop, firmly in place in front of her.

A look of concentration on her face, as she brought up her gossip blog.

It had been a short time since she last updated, but rarely did she write anything personal.

However, now she had a reason.

Only one sentence occupied the blog post.

A sentence that said everything that needed to said about the incredibly cute werewolf's current resolve.

{Enid is going on an adventure.}

And post.

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(A/N: Additional chapters are on patreon.com/TheGreatestHunter . Datteboyo!)