Prey: Chronicles of the Lycan part 3

she could feel him near her, smell the pungent, sensual scent of him circling around her, preparing to attack her at any moment. His scent giving off a vibe of darkness, of carnal, sensual sin, the scent so pungent she could taste the hostility rising up from her throat, chocking her with each passing breath, each slight inhale that drew him closer to his attack.

“I know you’re near,” he growled as he clawed through the trees and the underbrush, smashing his way closer towards her, tree limbs breaking like sundried twigs to his vile desire, his drawn out rage and lust as the sounds of his coming, drew closer and closer towards her.