Remus Moon sits in the back of a popular night spot. Remus tends to drift from place to place, but he always finds himself back at this bar. The feeling of home oozes from the walls.
"Would you like another drink?" A young, almost too young, waitress asks. Remus knows he should think of them as waitstaff, but her scent is definitely female.
"Yes, another Sprite, please." Remus hadn't allowed himself alcohol since that battle. He fears the beast uncontrolled.
As the waitress returns to the bar, Remus is hit with a scent he has not smelled in 4 years. The intoxicating scent threw him back to the last time he saw her.
(Flashback.)
Remus is pulled out of his dream. Awakened by gun fire and loud shouting. He does not understand the language but knows the sound of the enemy.
Screams can be heard from the hall. Recognition hits with the sound. Padfoot is in distress. Bolting from the bunkroom, he doesn't notice his body changing. Taller, stronger, rising through doors like paper. Remus follows the scent of Padfoot. Bursting into a room, he sees horror. Luna Padfoot is surrounded by the enemy. Her clothes have been ripped from her body, leaving her exposed. The brutes are laughing and undoing their uniforms. Rage rises in Remus. In a flash of claws and fur, blood splashes the walls. In a matter of seconds, the enemy becomes only scattered pieces of bodies. Remus bolts through a wall searching the carnage for more enemies. Luna is left stunned, not registering what she saw.
(Present Day)
Bringing his senses to full power, he scans the bar for her, zeroing in on a vision of pure loveliness sitting with a man. The man smells wrong. He smells of danger, violence, and insecurities. Remus can not help but listen to their conversation.
"Wow, really you have a mansion?" she quizzically asks the man. The sound of her voice is so lovely that it almost masks her disbelief. " That sounds amazing. Next time we may have to go there. Too bad it is being remodeled."
"Yes, it is being updated. I need a refresh. My last girlfriend destroyed it the day she left. People turned her against me." He almost sounds genuine, but his sent is of deceit. "It is amazing to finally meet you in person. You are intoxicating." Remus can not disagree as he feels his wolf stirring in him. "How 'bout we go back to my hotel. I would have the suite but a band was there last weekend and, well, you know the stories about how hard the Metalgods are on hotel rooms."
Remus feels the hairs on the back of his neck stand. His human form hackles, he has come to know them.
"OH! That sounds lovely, but I have to get back home tonight. I work early and my dog needs out."
"You can't leave me so early we just got started," he snaps his finger at the young waitress. "Another drink for my lovely date, here." Remus notices him fingering a small vial in his pocket.
"Oh, no I couldn't. I really have to go," she stands and puts her coat on with a flourish that splashes her sent strongly in the direction of Remus. Overwhelmed, he misses her exit.
"Hey, what's the tab?" The man calls.
"25.75," calls the waitress. Remus notices the man putting money on the table exactly $25.75. The man rushes after Luna. Luna Padfoot, the name washes over him with a flash of pure lust.
Remus recovers and pays his tab with a 20. The poor waitress just got stiffed by this guy, so he left extra. Walking out the door, he follows the mingled scents of Luna and her date. Following down the sidewalk, suddenly the trail takes a dive down a dark alley. Fear is now mixed in the scent. A growl grows in Remus's chest. Quickly, his enhanced vision sees the man struggling with Luna.
Bolting forward with superhuman speed, Remus is between the pathetic wannabe predator and Luna. An unearthly growl rumbles from Remus. The man steps back.
"Wallet!" Remus demands. The man's scent bleeds fear as he grabs at his wallet, thinking he is being robbed.
"The girl, you can have her. Hell man, I will hold her for you," stammers the man. "Please leave my money. That's the last 20 I have for the week."
"The vial in your pocket," comes from Remus like a avalanch. The man hands over three vials of clear liquid.
"That's the good stuff. No taste, very little smell. Dropped most of my check on them. You know, just in case the tease doesn't put out."
Remus leafs through the wallet pulls his ID. "Lance White. Well, Lance, I now know where you live. Believe me, I can find you. If I even smell a communication between you and Luna, you would be better going to the authorities and begging them to protect you. It wouldn't, but you could try." Remus backhands Lance. He tumbles to the ground, pissing his pants and crying.
