The lights were flashing, the music blaring and the sense was overwhelming. In a place where liquor flowed like water and there weren’t enough hours in the night; you begin to lose yourself in the pleasure of it all.
We were embarking on a point in the night where I was on sensory overload. I could feel the mass of pumping blood around me and the rhythms of emotion that coursed through them. It was like pure ecstasy, my head swirled with the heat and sweat of the crowd. I was breathing hard, lost in the sea of bodies that danced to the songs that rolled over the crowd like waves.
I looked around and seen female and male woven alike. All entranced by the songs of the Hunt. A time when we were all connected to one another. Our minds melded together in the link because of the open proximity and shear number of Unmated.
My body was burning up and I felt my face and chest flush in heat as a pair of hands found my hips. I tilted my head back and was met with a shower of hair brushing my neck along with a set of lips tracing my collarbone.
Here in the center of the crowd, I let the music guide me. In the spirit of the hunt I couldn’t care less who I danced with.
He hooked my hands with his and brought them to his hair where I laced them through a mass of hair so blonde it looked almost silver. I inhaled his scent and was immediately entranced with what I found, the smell of chocolate, subtle but distinct. It was so intoxicating I was enamored with it almost instantly.
I spun around to look at my new suitor, and was caught by a pair of eyes that made my breath hitch. Eyes the color of morning dew, a pale grey that had a nice contrast with the pitch black of his pupils. He had a type of stare that made my skin burn. By then there was no doubt in my mind.
Before I could say anything I felt my shoulder get tugged back so hard I lost my footing. A set of growls sent the whole room tumbling into silence as my ex-boyfriend looked at who I was sure was my mate.
The room spun and dipped as I lay there, I was hauled up by my friends who were close by. I looked at the two and smiled a wicked smile.
I let out a deep howl, something they call the signal. With that I was echoed with other howls from the wolf girls in every direction, it was time. Everyone had found either a potential or their mate and it was time for the run.
It was tradition that every summer solstice all the unmated gather for one huge bash and this was that night.
I was chosen to lead the females in the run. So I was the first to dart off into the trees and let the moons rays burn every ounce of my body into it’s true form. A black wolf, as was a true unmated females colour. In our tradition when a female finds a mate or potential under a full moon, we run and our wolves will find one another and be judged then by the moon if we are suited for each other.
I could hear the sounds melt away and laughter from all the females and we changed and ran.
It was all part of the fun and you could feel the excitement course through us like electricity. I could hear the leaves under my paws crackling in the night, the only sound I was to hear then was the wind. It whispered to us, scents and sounds, letting us know who was near and where to run.
The run was exhilarating and so electrified that not a single changeling would dare miss it. Changeling is a nickname for the Wolven. No one would miss the chance of being a mated pair, it had it’s perks. A mated pair could ascend into Alpha male and Alpha female and who ever was near could become part of a new pack.
I however was only in it to tease, I always made it out without a mate, it was my goal. I ran as hard as I could before we slowed into crawls. I could hear the wolves excitement in our pack link. Nothing but adrenaline pumped through our veins, washing away the drunkenness of alcohol for the ecstasy of pure moonlight.
My fur prickled, our suitors were close, I could feel it in the ground, I crouched lower and made no sound. I could only pray the moon let me be free one more summer. There they were crawling through the underbrush. I could only pick out a few of the other girls who were hiding but I knew they couldn’t see me, my fur was the darkest and I ’d managed to find a shaded spot near the open field where I could run if I needed to.
I could hear the low growling of the males, it meant the fighting would start soon. Sometimes if a girl had more than one potential, the males would challenge each other for her unless she had met her mate.
They were only 20 metres away now and the trees had become silent, I didn’t even dare breathe. I could see a male just closing in on my scent.