I used the internet to generate these:
Character – Werewolf
Genre – Romance
Random Object – Perfume
“Are you sure about this?” my best friend, Jana, asks for the sixth or seventh time in a minute.
“Shh.” I check the time on my phone and look up at the full moon.
“This is such a bad idea,” Jana says.
I turn to glare at her. “I didn’t make you come.”
She whimpers. “I know. I just…are you sure you want to attract a werewolf?”
We’d been over this a hundred times since the last full moon. The night when I’d seen Daniel change from a mild-mannered computer nerd into an alpha-male werewolf. Just thinking about it got my blood pumping. “It’s just Daniel,” I say.
“Yeah, with homicidal tendencies and the urge to bite people.” Jana shivers as a breeze blows through the park. Leafs rustle. A cat hisses.
I refuse to be afraid. “You can leave whenever you want.”
Jana doesn’t move.
We’ve been sitting upwind of where I think Daniel is hiding for fifteen minutes. There’s no way he could have missed our scent. My pheromones.
A tree rustles from my left. It’s far away, but my breath catches in my throat as I think about him coming. Coming to me.
Jana grabs my arm and squeezes.
I see now that I shouldn’t have brought her. Sure, she knows about the supernatural aspect of our world, but she’s never had to face it.
“You should go,” I tell her. “Before he gets closer.”
She shakes her head and her grip on my bicep tightens.
More rustling sounds, each one louder than the last. I’d bet good money that Daniel could be perfectly quite if he wanted to be. I’m not sure if he’s giving us a chance to run, or just plenty of warning before he appears.
What little I could find on werewolves said that they retained a portion of their humanity during the full moon, which is why the whole world hadn’t been bitten and changed.
Another thing I’d found was that they relied heavily on scent.
“Is that him?” Jana asks in a squeaky voice.
I squint into the darkness, hoping to separate the monster from the trees.
A blacker shape within a nearby grove moves. My heart speeds up. My mouth goes dry. A pair of glowing yellow eyes regards us.
A tiny part of my mind screams at me to run, but the chemical reaction I’m feeling shoves it aside.
I want him. I need him. I don’t care if he’s a monster.
“It’s him,” Jana whispers.
I nod and retrieve the small bottle of perfume from my purse. My hands tremble, but it’s not fear. I shake then unstop the perfume—it had taken me a week to find out what Daniel’s mother wore—and dab a bit on my wrists. A sharp, floral scent fills the air and slowly drifts toward Daniel.
A low growl sounds.
Jana gasps and puts a hand over her mouth.
“Shh,” I tell her again as I slowly creep around the bush we’ve been hiding behind.
The yellow eyes are riveted on me. The growl continues. I find it anything but alarming. In fact, it’s as if he’s calling to me. “Daniel?” I whisper. I know he can hear me.
The growl stops, and he steps forward into the moonlight.
He’s beautiful. For a moment I can’t breathe. Powerful muscles bunch and twist beneath his brown pelt as he slowly comes toward me.
Every natural reaction to a predator I have flees, replaced by what can only be the need to mate. I also step into the light.
His yellow eyes study me with a combination of curiosity and what I hope is desire.
“Be careful,” Jana hisses.
We both ignore her as we take one step, then another, toward our destiny.
“Daniel.” I hold out a hand when we’re just a few feet apart.
He might bite it. He might lick it. He might kill me. He might do something opposite of that. In my heart, I know he’ll turn me, then he’ll take me. My body wails for this to happen sooner rather than later.
Daniel, or the creature he is now, stretches his neck out and takes a sniff of my hand.
He immediately jumps back. Like a startled cat—a strange motion for a five-foot tall werewolf.
Had I done something wrong.
Daniel shakes his head and then does something completely unexpected.
“Daniel?” I ask.
He continues to shake his head as he retreats. Another sneeze escapes right before he gives me a look of regret and retreats into the trees.
I watch him, my hand still reaching for him. When his shadow blends with the grove, my hand falls to my side. Heartache and loss rushes through me, and I fall to my knees. He—he’d rejected me. I continue to stare at the last place I’d seen him.
Jana comes to my side. “I was worried about this.”
I manage to tear my eyes away from the spot and look at her. “What?”
“I think he’s allergic to perfume.”
“He takes allergy medication every day. I didn’t know if it would carry over to werewolf form or not.”
“Allergies?” My mind scrambles to catch up. I try to rub the perfume off onto the grass, but of course it doesn’t work.
Pond. There’s a pond nearby. I jump to my feet and run toward it.
“Where are you going?” Jana asks.
“To wash this off.”
“What about the Loch Ness?”
“Screw him,” I say as I strip off my clothes. “Nothing is getting between Daniel and I.”