Days like this came and went, she knew that. But usually, at least at school, it was easy to control. There were plenty of distractions, but today she faced a mental army of images that pained her heart and yet teased her with their frustrating nature. She tried her hardest not to remember, not to imagine it, but any control she'd gained over her thoughts was lost to the wind as the pictures played over her mind like lullabies to her sanity. The memory played like a film:

She was stretched out on his unmade bed, her hair tumbling over pillows and her legs held firmly open to him. He had an iron grip on each pale thigh, keeping her from squirming away as the intensity of his ministrations increased. His fingernails dug in, and she knew how hard he fought to keep them from becoming claws in moments raw as this. The thought was mortifyingly delicious to her, that any moment he could snap and unleash all the animalistic lust of the beast that bubbled beneath his skin. But, out of love, out of the fear of harming her, he held back his instinct to mark her as his own. He pressed his lips to the tender skin at the apex of her thigh, then nipped at it sharply. As she yelped in the past, she bit back a groan in the present.

It was inevitable. She felt her underwear dampen as she automatically rubbed her thighs together in reaction to her thoughts. She knew there was no hiding it now, not from the wolves. The scent would be permeating the air in the classroom, the pheromones running rampant. In front of her she could see Issac, two rows ahead and one to the left. His back had stiffened and his head turned slightly toward her. He recognised the scent as Allison but couldn't place it's source. It was a variation of a smell he caught almost every day, but could never comprehend. His reaction was always the same, but now he related it to Allison it was tenfold. He blushed, and moved his notebook to his lap.

Scott, however, knew that scent all too well. She couldn't resist trying to sneak a glimpse at him, but the moment she turned her head over her shoulder their eyes met. He was gazing at her with an intensity that made her shiver. A flash of gold burned momentarily in his irises like sunlight. Her fair cheeks flushed and the dam broke, every intimate moment between them attacked her mind mercilessly. He raised his chin slightly, and took a deep, obvious breath in. Making sure she knew he knew.