Far off howls of unimaginable pain pierced through Skylark's comatose like state—forcing him to come to consciousness as he abruptly leapt awake with a surge of pain rushing over him. Skylark was dripping in a cold sweat, wrapped in bandages and suffering all over. Bruised and beaten but no longer bloody. His body had been tended to while he was asleep—in a rather large and but simple bed. He let out a groan as he slowly began to stand up in the unfamiliar room. Now that he was more conscious and mobile he realized he wasn't even wearing his own clothes and there were no shoes to be seen. He was in a loose fitting cotton shirt with matching grey sweatpants. He carefully crept towards the bedroom door in the darkness. His eyes widened slightly and his heart began to beat faster, threatening to drop into the pit of his stomach, as he fumbled with the locks. The fact that there were several different types of locks on the inside of the door made his mouth dry. He quickly released the swing latch as his fingers struggled with the chain lock above it. The adrenaline rushing through his body was numbing his fingertips—smoke gently drifted in the air. Deep down he knew why there was so many locks on the door but he didn't want to acknowledge it. 

"Where do you think you're going?" A voice called out to him from the opposite side of the room—that deep rough tone mocking him with a stern presence behind the words.

Skylark swallowed as he slowly turned on his heels towards the direction of the brooding alpha. The heart that was rapidly beating in Skylark's chest was now caught in his throat and trying to choke him. Wolfgang was sitting in an arm chair in the middle of lighting a cigarette as his eyes slowly locked gaze with the injured coyote's. 

"Where am I?" Now that Skylark could think he realized the smell of cigarette smoke was in the air the entire time—the half a dozen cigarette butts on the floor was further proof. He could feel the goosebumps start to form up and down his spine the longer Wolfgang silently stared at him—taking a deep drag from his cigarette and slowly letting it out as he did so. His brain was now acknowledging the locks on the door behind him—this was a lunar room. It was a place to lock up wolves during the full moon who became too feral to function properly. Every wolf pack had one on their estate. 

The wolf scoffed at his question, "I see you still have a habit of asking questions you already know the answer to." He took another drag of his cigarette—his gaze as unwavering as ever making Skylark breathless. He actually momentarily forgot how to breathe. Wolfgang watched the panic in his eyes, silently, as he finished his cigarette—dropping it carelessly onto the carpet. The smoke slowly left Wolfgang's lips as the air began to fill Skylark's lungs as he regained his composure—hands fisting the fabric of his shirt so hard that his kuckles were turning white.

Wolfgang's eyes wandered from Skylark's eyes to his knuckles, clicking his tongue before clenching his jaw. The wolf couldn't stop his mind from wandering, chasing thoughts as though they were his prey. A wave of thick and heavy hormones hit Skylark like a freight train causing him to stumble backwards into the door. His legs giving out and collapsing underneath the sudden weight of his trembling body—flushed as though he developed a sudden intense fever. He could no longer smell the cigarettes. The only prevalent scent was Wolfgang's—darker and richer than ever before. Skylark was sweating like a whore in church, down on his knees while he dug his nails into the carpet. He exhaled out a heavy breath that almost resembled a moan causing a quiet growl to erupt from Wolfgang's core as he stood up. A hunger like nothing he had ever felt before began to drown his senses.

Normal coyotes couldn't smell wolves sexual pheromones but Skylark was far from normal. He was currently undeniably overwhelmed by Wolfgang—his pheromones were as clear as a shiny day and made him hotter than the sun. He felt like he was going to burst at any given moment as he watched Wolfgang stalk towards him. "S-stay back." Skylark managed to sputter out. Wolfgang paused his movements, appearing to listen to him for a split second before he began to sniff the air like a predator catching a whiff of their quarry. A wicked smirk spread across Wolfgang's lips as his eyes vibrant red eyes darkened into a deep maroon color. The scent coming off of the coyote was a mix between fear and arousal. It was making Wolfgang want to devour with no remorse.

Skylark was confused. It was obvious he'd never experienced this before—being affected by pheromones. As Wolfgang crouched down infront of Skylark he could see the slick leaving his body was thoroughly soaking his sweatpants, his muscles quaking in fear and apprehension. The coyote was obviously out of his mind at this point—the aggressive alpha phermones in such a small and enclosed space had rendered him powerless. Especially when his body was already weakened from being beaten. This was all too much for him to handle. He couldn't stop the over salivating that was happening in his mouth, swallowing nervously as his eyes finally met Wolfgang's.

"Tell me, Sky." Wolfgang reached out towards Skylark's face causing him to flinch. He immediately retracted his hand away—instead he leaned in against as close as possible to Skylark's ear, his lips brushing against his sensitive skin causing him to whimper and cower, "Are you afraid of the big bad wolf?" Wolfgang growled hungrily as though he was starving—watching the twitches of fear strike through Skylark's muscles like lightning in a violent storm.