The Last Werewolf (The Weres Of Europe) - Plot & Excerpts
The scent that hit Rik as he walked along the concourse of the airport was overwhelming, and he staggered to a halt. It was female, but not a cloying perfume like some women wore. No, it was something else altogether. It reminded him of something. Something he couldn’t quite put his finger on, but whatever it was it was very, very appealing. And, it was getting closer. Lifting his head to the side, he sniffed the air to assess the fragrance more deeply, ignoring the odd looks he was getting from people trying to pass him. He had been making his way out of the airport, having seen some friends off to a rock festival in Germany, when he had walked straight into the path of this alluring smell. God, it’s wonderful. It smelled unusual, like it belonged to a foreigner, which wasn’t surprising considering where he was. Helsinki-Vantaa airport got a large throughput of people every day, although, as this was the spring, there were fewer tourists than in the late summer months.
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