Actually... She raised her head up and took another whiff again, ignoring the staring that she got from people who saw her. This was more important than what some random strangers perceived her.

Nothing, it was like Leas vanished without a trace. The only thing that smelled like him was the remnant of him on her clothes when they last held each other.

"....this is very strange." Her breathing turns erratic as she searches around for him. It had never been like this before...except before she ever met him. His aroma was never something she used to come across before which added more questions than answers.

If this radio host lived in Kilkeel she would have found him by his scent alone, but that wasn't the case. She was reminded of how the hunters would douse themselves in some scent neutralizer when they go hunting for animals. The old werewolf hunters of yore used to use the same methods and in fact killed someone in their pack. What reason would some small-town radio host have to stay hidden?

Her legs guided her to follow the floor plan, keeping the screaming fans and the band to the right side of her. The first floor had the usual amenities, like a bar, bathrooms and food stands. She thought she would see him in any of these, but seeing no blond-haired freckled male, she moved on.

It was only when she heard a conversation between two women who were sitting at the bar booth that she had her first clue.

"That beautiful man-"

The sounds of the third song drowned their voices. She ambled towards a bar stool, one close to them so she could listen to their conversation. The bartender was too busy with other people to notice her right away.

"Right, he was. He must've been a model or something! I'd kill to have half of his eyelashes!" The other woman sighed dreamily, stirring her cup of what looked like a mixed drink. Both ladies looked inebriated.

That must be Leas... Idonea would sympathize with them since he was very graced with features that are sought after by both sides.

"Poo. Why did he have to decline our invitation and run away upstairs?" The female pouted after a few swigs of her cup. "We could have had a lot of fun together!"

"I agree! Maybe even get lucky and have him as a wee snack in bed!"

Idonea felt the muscles of her face contort, displeasure coloring her features when she later understood what they wanted out of Leas. The sympathy she felt earlier has long gone, replaced by contempt soon after. If this is how people handle him, then she doesn't blame Leas for keeping his life in a solitary status. At least these brats gave her a clue. Go upstairs.

She slid off the stool and ambled her way towards the steps, ignoring anyone that had maybe too much to drink by the third song. She reached the steps to the second-floor balcony, pushing past a romantic couple that were being handsy. They'll probably get removed by security any time now.

Up there she could see the band from a vantage point, taking note of how Sting moved around with the microphone in hand. No one ever told her how exhausting it was to watch him, imagining that part of the appeal of these venues is to watch the singer hop around.

Is this what Leas wanted to do at one point? She craned her face away, reminding herself that Leas was still missing. With no scent to follow, she picked a random direction. Picking the path behind all the seats and people. Her mind went to the possibility that he could have hijacked some of the empty seats up there, but there was no sign of his ghostly blond hair. Now she wondered if he had decided to leave this place entirely, but that wasn't normal Leas’s behavior to leave her behind.

Too chivalrous to even let her open her own door. Door....

Her attention fell on the door with the sign that states ‘Employees Only’. She prayed to Thor that if she entered, not a single employee would be there to stop her.

Her calloused hand turned the knob slowly, looking around her to make sure that no one paid her mind. When no reprimand came, she slipped past it and entered the restricted section of that place. They kept the pathway to the lifted railing apparatuses to set the stage for these events behind a door like this.

The she-wolf still had to walk a considerable amount before she started to see those giant stage rails that were merely being kept up with metal cords and bolts. Something about this path screamed in her sixth sense that Leas had gone this way.

Something in his attempts to keep himself from being found out made her suspicious that the spot he carefully picked had to be away from people and yet be at a hearing and seeing distance. How he wasn't caught or put in jail is a question that swirled in her mind.

How no one had seen her begs the question that the security at these places is incredibly lax. Idonea took a booted step on the rail, finding that it didn't sway even with her weight added on to it. More courage fueled her to keep moving, each tread kept light as the last one to keep from being heard. It is unnecessary for her to go through that much trouble since the music drowns out any sound. The decorative curtains covered her line of sight so she couldn't see the stage yet, but if she looked down, she could see the sea of heads and raised hands.

Man... I am high!

There was only one memory of her being this high up and it was when her littermate dared her to climb the highest point of the Colosseum in Rome to watch the bullfights. That was back in the 1670's and she told herself that there was no point in endangering herself like that.

Here she is, up high and reliant on the integrity of these rails. Even though her healing abilities are rapid and unnatural, she could still die from getting her head broken off, so chancing her one immortal life for this mortal is odd.

It's...almost like I care about him. That realization slapped her on the face hard and her inner deflective nature couldn't be bound back from it. It took her by surprise and without the sweet aroma to cloud her judgment, that meant this feeling was real. She had to admit it because there was no other explanation, no otherworldly ones anyway. But....I can't be with him.

A mortal and immortal just don't work out happily. A short period of happiness that is ripped away from an immortal can drive one insane. She knew a few of her packmates who did after losing their loved ones because of their shorter lifespan. And there was no way to change one from mortal to immortal. One packmate she remembered dearly was her good friend, Thyra, who offed herself when her mortal mate passed away.

It just isn't worth the pain for either of them. She just needed to break off this relationship after the third date. Leas may be sad about it, but he will learn to adapt and will find someone else. Maybe dating Idonea will open some doors for him where he isn't so secretive.

Why is he so secretive?! She thought this as she followed this precarious trail. Leading to the point of the rails where it hangs just behind the stage. The music is loudest here, thumping from her booted feet to her very stomach. It's enough to deafen even her unnatural hearing. Her hearing has since waned after much practice and constant exposure to loud things.

Her vision filled with him, the blond wavy hair that reached his ears was very intact. The same clothes he came in and everything.

He looks exactly like Leas, the only thing that threw her off is the downcast expression on his freckled face. A frown etched deep on his beautiful face, purplish eyes scanning his forearm.

He leaned over the handrail, staring at his tattooed left forearm. Her eyes might be playing tricks with her, seeing how one of his many Norse runes started to glow. The one meant for ALGIZ...meant for protection.

Wait...it's glowing?! Her mind ran rampant about what that implicated on the mortal being. Lots of questions. She had never witnessed a wizard or witch before. There have been whispers of people who can manipulate their surroundings based on the runes they used to use, but nobody on the field of battle has ever been blessed. At least from all her experience fighting in the front lines. The only pack member that swore there were such beings was her own mother.

Her mother wasn't always a good source of information, so Idonea never believed it. Even as she sees one of Leas’s markings glow, she tries to blame it on the lighting of this place. It had to be a trick of the eye even. The longer she watches, the chance of being seen increases. It wasn't long before Leas looked over where she was, his brow shot up in shock, and slid his forearm in question behind his back. His expression screamed 'did she just see it?’ His posturing is damning evidence that at least something was off.

This damn sexy idiot...can’t even hide his mess properly. Her skin prickled, if she had fur all her hair would stand upright. All the alarms in her head rang about this possibility. He isn't human!?

The expression on his face earlier on concerned her, prioritizing his nature over the fact that he looked so lost. He may have questionable, mythic abilities, but he was still the Leas that had done nothing but treat her well. Like a natural, her body posture relaxes, and she charges over in front of him while spouting, "I was looking for you everywhere!"

"Nea-" He stopped himself short of finishing his sentence, turning his face away with a quiet 'sorry'. He still moped, making her do something that was against all her good judgment.

She reached for his face, both hands clamped down on his very soft cheeks and forced him to look at her with those deep purple eyes. She is nearly at her tippy-toes just so she can get her point across. Feigning further ignorance, she then said with a scowl. "Look at me, I want an explanation not an apology."

Idonea felt the urge to shake him out of this stupor. Hug him hard till the sadness is squeezed out of him. All the feelings that were so strong in her, for the longest time she was blaming them on Leas's scent, but now being this close to him and he's basically odorless, these feelings really do belong to her. At least until she can further convince her heart to stop beating the way it does when he is around. If it was even possible at that point.

Leas blinked, stumped by her abrupt closeness, it took him a while to wake from the shock and cracked a rather sad smile finally. “You are right.”

He reached for her clasping hands, covering the back of them with his own long hands. Not a single fight came from him. In fact, he got closer. He bent his back just enough to rest his head on her forehead. She still couldn’t smell him this close, making her nervous that she couldn't tell what feeling plagued him next. But how hard is it to tell now? This beautiful radio host isn't the best at hiding what he feels about her.

He tried hard to have her fall in love with him, despite the potential inhuman nature of his being, he was still a good person.

This is enough of a reason why she doesn’t run to the hills seeing one of his tattoo’s glows. Her eyes skimmed his heavily tattooed arms, seeing that they were still very solid and black.

Was it my imagination? No...

Her attention was forced back on him when he pressed his lips over her own, which rocked her center. She would buckle beneath it if this kiss proceeded any further. The thumps of the music matched the beating of her heart, as the warmth of this kiss registered to her body. The male kissed her, sweet and quick, it was enough to ruin her resolve and released a satisfied moan. Then a disgruntled groan the second he pulled away, like she had been denied this for years. This man, a person she had yet to call him any significant title, wrecked her world of simplicity and he enjoyed it.

His smirking face didn't match the words that came out next, “Sorry. I couldn’t stop myself from kissing you...”

“You’re worried about nothing...” She pouted, feeling the urge to whimper like a pathetic little puppy. It is extremely uncalled for, considering how he had nothing but paid all his attention to her until recently. What happened to him? She remembered the two females and her blood started to boil. Prying her body and hands away, she asked, serious to the core. “You left so suddenly...“

“I know... How’d you find me?” He asked this, somehow turning this conversation around on her and it annoyed her. The next song started playing slowly and she could recognize it endearingly as Sting’s popular song ‘Shape of My Heart’.

Shouldn’t he be the one to explain?!