Merry Christmas, @mechformers!
in silent screams, in wildest dreams (i never dreamed of this)
The flickering lights of distant stars dot the night sky. They fade away the closer Derek gets to his Manhattan apartment—a downfall of living in the city. He can't even see the full moon hidden by skyscrapers and high-rise buildings. Still, its pull is strong. More powerful than usual. All day, there's been an itch beneath his skin that's gone from mildly uncomfortable to almost unbearable.
At first, Derek didn't think anything of it. Some months are harder than others without the support of pack, but this is different. It's like there's a thrum of anticipation for…something.
That feeling grows, grows, grows, and he quickens his steps, practically sprinting the final block to his building. He rounds the corner, and his steps falter when he's hit with a familiar scent. It's woody and fresh, like oakmoss and lavender, but there's also an underlying hint of grease, like from a car. A Jeep CJ5, to be specific.