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“You shouldn’t be here. Wolves run in these woods and it’s mating season.” He watched them closely. The other man’s scent was intoxicating. His eyes flashed golden as he moved in closer. “You should run.”
To say Finn looked out of place in these woods, and especially compared to the man approaching him, was an understatement; pale, bespectacled, dressed in loose trousers and the coziest-looking cardigan one could imagine. He belonged in a library, or maybe a classroom full of little ones making works of art from glitter and paper, not deep in wolf territory. But the same urges that drove the wolves had their claws in the young man -- a wereleopard, his feline scent only slightly less prominent than the other, more urgent perfume of heat. He was done wasting time, taking care of other people's children.
He wanted his own, he wanted them strong, and all the rumors he'd heard had told him this wolf pack didn't disappoint.
"I should," he agreed with an amused smile, hands folding behind his back as he eyed the big man right back. "But I won't... unless you'll chase me. That might be fun."