The Luna's Plight

Chapter 5.

Tan's POV.

My seat was about halfway down the plane and I had the window seat.

I knew the plane journey wouldn't take ages. I couldn't settle down knowing that there was this strange scent coming from somewhere on the plane. It was a recent scent and not too old either. It could be that I missed the person that it belonged to or that they were further down the plane or even moved into a different section for some reason.

Either way, it was distracting me, and I wasn't too keen on the idea of being distracted. I had work to do. I am excited now to be returning home to my family. My mother would be the first one to come and see me along with my father. They could barely contain themselves when I rang them and told them that I was coming home for good. She told me that my two brothers were away at Alpha and Beta Training and would be arriving back home a few days after me. I couldn't wait to see them.

I decided to grab my planner out of my bag and look at the appointments I had coming up over the next few weeks so that I could arrange my things arriving and settle into the house I had picked out on the packlands. Mother insisted on me living in the pack house again, but I held firm on the notion of being in my own space and ease for my work.

I flicked through the pages in the planner and saw that I had an e-consulting appointment in three days' time for a new renovation development on an old university campus located in Northern California. The plans were pretty straightforward. They wanted to renovate the old dormitory rooms into safe places for the homeless and the veterans, who were struggling to cope after their service, to give them somewhere of their own to live and have some security and a warm bed and access to basic amenities.

Each room consisted of 2 single beds and a shared en-suite bathroom with full facilities, but they all needed a major renovation.

They also wanted to redo the cafeterias' across the campus and improve the existing recreation center to house an in-house therapist as well as an event manager, a psychiatrist and their own team of nurses and doctors. They were being stationed in another one of the buildings that was being re-fitted to be a small hospital. I have to admit, at first, I wasn't sold on the idea because the renovation cost alone was worth more than the site itself. But, the company that had acquired the site is one that we had worked with before, and I knew that money wasn't an issue for them, and they would pay whatever was needed to make this happen.

In total, there were 4 dormitory buildings with at least 100 rooms per building, and then there were 2 huge lecture halls, a smaller computer building and then the main canteen and a number of small cafés around the campus area. All in all, it was a good-sized lot and there would be plenty of spaces for those who needed it, and then it would provide jobs as well. It was a good idea, one I have quickly come to feel passionate about too.

About 2 hours into the flight, I really needed to pee, so I put my paperwork away and made my way to the front of the plane to use the restroom. Typically, there was a queue, so I ended up having to wait and by the time I got to the front, I caught that same scent again. It was stronger this time, but I still couldn't pinpoint who or where it was coming from. It was really beginning to bug me that I couldn't figure it out. When it was my turn, the scent enveloped me from inside, which was an odd thing because an airplane toilet shouldn't smell like the forest with a hint of mint, unless it was something to do with an air freshener, but it wouldn't make me feel tingly or make my heart skip a beat. This was weird.

I did my business and washed my hands, trying to get the scent out of my head and ignoring how it was making me feel, which wasn't easy by any means. I hurried back to my seat to clear my head and settle my body down. If this scent was in fact the scent of my mate, then he was on this plane or at least he had been, I needed to get off this plane asap.