Eleanor was out at the store, picking up some things she just had to have. The pregnancy cravings were starting to plague her now, and she was about to head to the check-out and be one step closer to the mass consumption of chocolate-covered pickles when her senses picked up.. An alpha. What? It had been years since the last time she'd felt remotely wolf-y, but here.. Her entire body picked up on it and without even noticing, she was looking around for the source of this odd feeling.
The 17-year-old soon found herself planted in front of a stranger in the store, not even smiling so much as kind of.. Gaping at him. "You're a werewolf." She didn't know what she was doing. It was kind of like she was on auto-pilot. "You're triggering me, and I haven't been triggered since I was eight. Why?"