We Meet.

Lifting her nose up, she follows the scent, fully ignoring the fact that she is walking away from the direction of her apartment.

Who and what smells so...so...good. She never witness this smell in her life, and her body curses her for denying it in the first place. Just as intense as her wolf's side, she follows this trail with high diligence. Her curiosity possesses her better judgment. This aromatic smell leads her to the beach this time. Nobody is around at this time of night; she is alone with the sea waves lapping at the rocky sandy shore. Her heart sinks to her stomach, finding that the scent ends here but there is no one. At least, that is what she thinks. She heard footsteps behind her, and her body springs to face this person with fist raising above her chest. Ready to fight.

"Oie miss. It's alright! I'm not gonna hurt you." A man speaks out, raising the flashlight he had over her eyes to blind her. She backs away from him more, blinking her vision clear until it can finally absorb the beauty that stood before her. This man is no less than six one in height, with skin glossy white and freckling along his high cheekbones down his neck. Almost white, blond hair long that reach to his ears, strong angular scruffy jawline, soulful deep dark eyes that are almost purple and tasteful lips that long rest in a smile.

Her eyes follows down to notice the odd spotty silver pelt he wears like a coat, it hides the broad shoulders and many more of him that she'd die if she is grace to see. He is a being that is angelic in features. She felt so wrong to thirst him in the first place.

"I-I..." She swallows down her odd symptoms, enough to start her interrogation. Now more angry than naught, no one had ever gained the upper hand to sneak up on her. Her fists stay where they are while glaring at him. "Explain yourself!?"

"Easy!" The male lifts his free hand up to show he meant no harm, keeping the flashlight on her. "I really mean no harm...I promise."

His voice is deep, even kept leveled as an attempt to ease her from what she can tell. It only succeeds in making her drop her fists to her sides. Her gaze still bore into him for answers.

"I just returned from my trip when I saw you wander about with no flashlight. I was worried that a magnificent lady such as yourself would surely gather the wrong attention." Her ears burn from the comment. He must have notice because his smile only grew. "And I wanted to offer you my flashlight."

She glances at the flashlight he was holding, now noticing that he is trying to offer it to her. Although she had no use for a device like this, she had to act like she did. It is weird enough to walk around without one at this hour of night. The last thing she wants is for him to expect anything. Her hand reaches for it, grazing his hand in the process. Her stubborn side hates how smooth his skin felt and retracts it with the flashlight quickly. Her cheeks burn with her ears, what is this enchantment?

His face looks just like a puppy awaiting to be praised for his good deeds. She nearly chokes at the display, now guilty that she didn't say thank you fast enough. "S-sure. Thank you."

"Happy to help!" He beams with all his porcelain white teeth showing. Then his expression changes, one with playfulness that she can’t match. "Listen. If you ever need help or even just need a little company. Here's my tele."'

He rummages through his pockets underneath his coat, then offers her a small business card. After looking at it from where she stands, she notices that it is rectangular in black with a light blue font. Her eyes travels up to his expose forearms to realize that he sports markings.

Are those tattoos? She shakes the trance away, feigning to accept the offer even though the next thing in her mind was to trash it as soon as possible.

This man came out of nowhere like a creep that he is ironically warning her about. She is amazed that he had the gall to even approach her like this under these circumstances, but the easiest thing she can do is to pretend complacency. At least, he smells good. "Sure..."

"Great! I hope to spend some time with you in the future, strong miss." He winks at her, then saunters away with the confidence that he stole from her. She watches him saunter off a little too long, shaking the spell away.

"What the hell-?" Her rage returns as soon as he vanishes around the corner, and that sweet smell no longer blindsides her. She toss the flashlight to the sandy ground, gritting her teeth when it didn't break. Her next victim is his business card but, she stops herself. In bold lettering, she read the name of this annoying, confident beauty. The shock literally bridles her, her rage evolve into confusion. The letters spells out 'Leasdich Brennan' above a seven-digit number that must be his telephone number. Her soul nearly left her body, her wolf stirs in delight for a hunt that is finally over. After all these years, she finally got to meet the man that she listen to diligently on the days she can. The man that soothes the town. The same voice that soothes her rancid old soul. This overly confident champ feels so different than the person she'd listen to. She didn't know how to process it all, shambling back to her three-story apartment in a daze, taking the flashlight with her.