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Howling in the distance, the sound of the trees disturbed by the cold wind and the occasional eerie noises of the dark night, from animals and beasts that lurked through the darkness. Those were the only things that could be heard around, in this forest, located in the precious lands of Scotland.
It was a foggy night, more than usual, one could try and look around but they would only find a thick layer of whiteness all around, with the smell of danger lingering in the air.
Vincent lifted his head, his ears carefully studying every little noise that he didn't recognize, his nose twitching as he sniffed the place, looking for a prey to feast or fulfil his needs.
Because there was something worse for a werewolf than just a normal hunger for fresh meat and the taste of blood in his tongue. It was the intense need to mate, to find a partner to take and fuck as many times as he needed, until his heat was gone and his body finally felt satisfied.
And oh it had been so long since he had given a proper breeding to a willing mate, and even then, he didn't get the little cubs he desired. So of course, once he found a good mate, he was going to breed them as many times as needed for them to have his precious puppies.
But then, Vincent's eyes widened, his nose catching a different sort of scent, a smell so new but so exhilarating, something he swore he knew but never got the opportunity to actually inspect. And just after a couple sniffs, he finally recognized the scent. It was a human, the perfect prey for him right now.
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