Wolves Amongst Sheep
thedarcydichotomy:
Darcy was always nervous when she had to go down to the hunters division. Although there were people within SHIELD who knew what she was, the majority was still in the dark. Something she was thankful for every time she had to go through a report of how they’d caught and hunted down another wolf.
She was on guard, stepping - and speaking - carefully, just relieved to be on her way towards the elevator, her task done. Maybe if she hadn’t been so keyed up she wouldn’t have thought anything off the hunter stepping out stinking of wolf. He could have been fresh from a hunt, even wrestled with one, the scent wasn’t a strange one in this space.
But it was more than that. The scent was in his skin, right down in to his bones, and she drew up short, looking at him sharply. What was a wolf - another wolf - doing here?
Frozen in place, Darcy stared for several beats, before grabbing hold of his arm and tossing him back in to the elevator, going in after him and punching the door close button hard enough to crack the plastic.
“What the hell are you doing?” She demanded, pressing her back to the cold steel wall so to not get too close. “You can’t just go waltzing in to a floor full of hunters! Do you have any idea what they’ll do to you?”
He was trying to make sense of the scent, to locate the source. His eyes was darting around, looking from person to person. Then, suddenly, the scent was on him and he was being pushed back into the elevator. His eyes fell on a girl, her smell drowning his senses. His lungs filling the scent of wildflowers and honey.
James growled an animistic rumble that Agents were taught to follow. He has encountered a many werewolves before though none of them were female... And none of them that he had looked upon struck him like this. Before, he felt a fight. A need to follow his mission. But now... It was more... primal.
The only thing he could compare this feeling to was when he was hunting in Maine. And upon this trail he found a child, the toddler of a victim the wolf had gotten at the campsite... He scooped him up in his arms. Every human bit of him telling him to protect him...
Is that what this was? A need to protect the female wolf among all the agents?
He tried to ignore the feeling in his chest. “Because I work here.” Or did. “And I know exactly what they would do if they knew. They’d put me out of this misery. The question is: What the hell are you doing here?”
