Scott frantically glanced around him, the red glaze slowly disappearing, returning his vision to normal. Scott ran a tanned hand through his dark messy hair. He was standing in a clearing, as he turned slowly in a circle he noticed how all the trees looked exactly the same, and he had no idea where he was… or how he got there. Suddenly the werewolf was hit with an overwhelming sent. Blood. Where was the blood? Why is the sent so strong? That's when he realised, it was his.