Chapter 4 The Scent that should not exist
JAXON
“Positions everyone!” I screamed at the top of my voice.
Jaxon LaRouche never lost control on the field until that night when the air turned wrong and his lungs burned like fire under his ribs.
Practice had gone late again due to a couple of reasons behind my control, we couldn't start early, and now we have to spend more hours to make up.
I was running drills, barking orders, keeping everyone tight and focused like I always did.
Control was sort of my thing, It was what my father raised me on, and what the pack expected from me.
Suddenly, a scent hit me.
It was not sweat, blood or fear, instead it was cold and deep like water pulled from the dark of the earth. It filled my chest and crawled up my throat until my vision blurred.
I staggered back and barely caught myself before I went down. The guys yelled but their voices sounded far away, too far away that I could barely hold on to.
'Find her'
The word was not a thought. It was a command that ripped through me.
I pressed my hands to my thighs, forcing myself to breath, but the air felt too heavy to pass through my nostrils.
"Jaxon" coach shouted, rushing to me. "Are you okay?".I shook my head, stretching my hand up for support, he helped me get up.
"I need to breath." I whispered, and left the field, leaving everyone in awe. My boots hit the concrete in a fast rhythm that matched my pulse, and with every step, the scent drew closer.
Following it slowly, it led me off campus past lights and noise and people I did not see, and unto a rather unfamiliar path.
The closer I got the worse it became, and my wolf didn't stop howling in my scull, like it was anticipating something.
Then I heard it.
A sound that should never have existed; so soft, yet beneath the softness I could smell outright toxicity.
I grabbed a fence to stay upright, so this was what called me? My vision blurred and the world tilted toward the owner of the voice.
At first I didn't see her, well not her face, yet I felt so drawn to her, like I was a puzzle and she was the last piece. My chest ached in a way it's never ached before, with need and fear at the same time.
This was wrong.
I should not want her, or feel this pull... I didn't even know what she looked like.
But my wolf was on its knees already.
Mine.
I turned away fast, heart hammering, telling myself that it was nothing serious, I was just acting as a result of stress.
Then I heard her voice, a single note, sufficient enough to change the direction of my thoughts. It wrapped around my spine and shook me to the core.
My breath hitched and my hands balled into a fist... What sort of torture was this?
I did not move, not because I didn't want to, but because I didn't want to. No matter how hard I tried.
Then the sound faded just as swiftly as it came, but it left a mark behind, I stood there long after it ended staring at nothing.
With a single thought running through my mind; someone out there had just touched my soul. And although I didn't get to see her face, I hated her for it.
I dragged myself home in silence, ignoring the buzzing of my phone.
The shower did nothing to ease the tension I was feeling, Everytime I closed my eyes attempting to find solace in the silence and nothingness, my eyes met with dark waves and silver light.
Morning finally came, but instead of coming with peace and a fresh breath, my wolf was still restless, the notes from the previous night haunting my breath.
"It's nothing.. I'm just tired" I whispered, staring at my reflection in the mirror one last time, before walking out of the room.
Lies.
The moment I got into campus, I felt it again, stronger this time, pulling me closer. Turning around, I sighted the familiar hair from last night.
She stood near the steps, head down and fixed on an opened book on her hand.
Who reads by the stairs? An absolute nerd...
She lifted her eyes, and the moment our eyes locked, everything. In me broke, I knew for a fact that I was in trouble, not that she was dangerous, but because I wanted her , wanted to protect her and still run from her.
With the way I felt at that point, I didn't mind tearing the world apart of it dared do her wrong.
And when she looked away, I felt relief and loss altogether. I clenched my fists and swore under my breath.
"Is this real, or is fate messing with my head?"
Whatever she was, whatever she had done to me, I would stp it, no matter what the consequences was going to be. I turned away and walked off before my body could betray me again.
My gaze darted to my wristwatch, and I realized I was already thirty minutes behind schedule for class, that changed nothing anyway, not like any lecturer would dare say anything to me.
Stepping into the classroom, my friends were already seated, and there was a single space left, beside no one but..
Aria!
I glanced around and found another empty chair, beside some unfamiliar dude, sitting beside him with my eyes fixed at the door, staring out and waiting for her to walk in...not long afterwards, She walked slowly into the class.
"You're late!" Mr. Javier said, and she looked down at her feet.
"I was trying to locate this place." She mumbled, not raising her head up. "I'm sorry."
"A new student?" He asked and she nodded slowly.
"A transfer student." She replied still not raising her gaze.
"Go find somewhere to sit then." He said, taking his gaze back to the class, and she nodded, dragging herself to the chair next to Aria.
Although she was just a new student, something in me knew her , long before I saw her by the staircase ...