Plans are proceeding ahead of schedule

I had just opened shop a few hours ago and was haggling with some copper miners over the price of ore when the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end followed by a familiar scent carried through the wind.

“Look,” I stared into the foreman’s eyes, exerting my will as my dark brown eyes flashed yellow for a moment, “I’ll take it for what you’re asking on the condition that I get first pick of your iron haul next week, ahead of all the other smithies.”

The man’s pupils dilated for a moment, the **** of my will breaking like a wave against his simple, untrained mind.

“Right, sure,” he nodded, “that seems fair.”

The man left the shop and I had just finished carrying the last bag of tiny copper-filled stone fragments up the small hill to the forge when I spotted Lilly walking up the path.

I could smell her arousal, as always, but also something else, she was sick. I smiled to myself. She must have meditated as I suggested, probably gave herself a cold, maybe a fever. Nothing serious, but enough to lower her body’s immune system, muddle her mind just a bit, make her more susceptible to my pheromones. Perhaps I could push her a bit further today, or perhaps now was the time to make her wait and stew in her own desires until she was **** and would be more willing to bend the rules of her wretched order.

That still left one question burning in my mind as I watched Lilly slowly traverse the path up the hill towards my secluded smithy. Why were my wolf senses on alert? Danger? I didn’t feel like I was in danger, I’d done nothing, as far as I knew, that would have given me away. Unless Lilly had told someone about everything I’d said… but she would never do that, I was sure of it, if I had even the slightest doubt I’d never have continued our relationship or set my plans in motion. So what was causing the hairs on my neck to stand up and a shiver to run down my spine?