(ORION)
I curse myself with every step I take.
My beers are likely warm by now. My steak too. I'm not at home, searing my steak in a pan as I enjoy a hard-earned beer after a long day. No, I'm following Helena's far-too-tantalizing scent through an almost pitch-black forest.
I could have shifted. It would be faster than running in my heavier and larger human body, but the problem with shifting is it involves stripping. It would mean when I reached Helena Morgan, I would need to be human to demand to know just what the fuck she's doing out here, and I'd have to do that naked.
Being naked anywhere near Helena Morgan would not be a good idea. My wolf would disagree.
Naked, or dressed, it doesn't matter to him what state I'm in, as long as it's as close to Helena as two people can be. Preferably touching.
When my body stirs, I force my attention on my surroundings. I focus on the trees, the bushes, and on—
Green apple and juniper. I halt.
Who the fuck is that?
