It was near a full moon, and Price has been feeling snappy and irritated for the past few weeks. He had the urge to shove his knot in any omega that had so much as an inch of attractiveness, but Price’s self imposed celibate state kept him back. Though, he knew he’d break it and mate on the full moon. It was impossible not to. He did have a wolf form, but he’d rather not use it to mate as he was a dire wolf and much larger than most others. Brown fur with large fangs and standing at almost 5 feet tall, Price’s wolf form was a sight to see. Soap has been mated to Ghost for years, and it only ever makes Price yearn for a mate himself, though he never lets himself fantasize.

Price’s tail flicked as he walked down the halls, not that large in his human form but still incredibly intimidating. He could feel the tension in the air, a palpable energy that mirrored his own restless spirit. He made his way through the dimly lit corridors of the base, growling softly as he shook his head.

He’d always been a force to be reckoned with, but he’s always been to scared to find a life partner. Perhaps today he would.

It wasn’t too long before he was on the crowded bus, heading to the stadium where all werewolves in the area were supposed to go. He was quiet, eyes dark as he looked out the window and saw the sun starting to set. He knew it wouldn’t be long, an hour at most. The bus jostled along the bumpy road, and Price growled softly as he was jostled. He exhaled slowly, trying to calm the storm building inside him. He saw a few faces he recognized, but not many. Soap and Ghost were already scenting each other in the back, and Price bristled slightly.

When he got settled into a small section of the stadium was when he finally let his instincts kick in. He sat down and closed his eyes, trying to find an appealing smell in the sea of scents. He was already aching slightly, having been celibate far to long.