Kael
From the moment I woke up this morning, I couldn't shake the pull in my chest. The one that had been haunting me for days. It was a deep pull like an invisible thread tugging me somewhere I needed to be.
I'd had the same dream last night about the same woman, the same blood, those eyes and everything else that I've been seeing since I started having the dreams. I managed to attend morning classes, although I half-listened while also trying to avoid Sandra.
After lunch break, I couldn't ignore it anymore.
It was as if I didn't give in to it, the lingering urge would kill me. So I followed the feeling.
Just as I started moving, that is, after I'd made a conscious effort to follow my thought, I caught a scent. At first, it was unmistakable, and I couldn't explain what it smelled like exactly, but it was something odd mixed with the smell of the earth after rainfall that made my wolf stir restlessly inside me.
