Me: January 2015

Tonight, I have been writing.

The warm blood trickled down her neck and stained the white vest where her flesh tapered away. A twig crunched on her right. Her neck snapped, her knees popped and her nose elongated to form the muzzle of a wolf, ears pricked towards the sound. The food would have to wait. Someone was challenging her.

She stood over her kill and approached the intruder. He shrank back slightly then rose to his full height, he wasn't that much taller than her though. A low warning growl was emitted from her jaw, the male stepped towards her. She lunged at his neck. He swiftly moved out of the way so she buffeted the floor. Carefully she sniffed the air. She recognised it. Or so she thought. Another shape emerged from the darkness and although she was sure he was exhibiting attack behaviour towards her, he paced around her before taking down the other male. The new black male, put his teeth to the offending male’s throat, not biting. In such a vulnerable position the male whined asking for forgiveness, before carefully moving and making an escape from the pair. She stared down this new black wolf. Trying to maintain this form on a new moon was hard. She had been filled with blood lust but suddenly the fawn lying in the mud was repugnant. Her paws beat down on the earth, wind rushed past her ears and rain hammered on her back. He was following her. She took a left, right, over the tree, left, but he was still on her tail. She darted behind a rock and emerged in her other skin. The male was sat patiently waiting. He continued and walked with her as she returned to her house.

“You know we’re not supposed to be seen by humans in our wolf form”. He was still in his wolf form. They’d been in her house for half an hour and so far he’d shown no signs of changing. “You’ll have to change back soon, you must have a life”. This got a response, he padded out of the kitchen and lay on her sofa staring at a blank TV. It was like he didn't want to be talked to about his ‘life’. She sat on the opposite end of her sofa with a mug of coffee. He came and rested his head on her lap. “Nope. No getting comfy here as a wolf”. He grumbled softly before walking out. When he returned he was human. She glanced up, sighed at his body then covered her eyes. “Men’s clothes are in the bottom draw”. He chuckled slightly before walking out, to get clothes she hoped. He dressed well. They watched TV from opposite ends of the sofa for a few hours before she went up to bed. He’d followed her upstairs. “You’re sleeping on the sofa, hope it’s comfy enough for you”. She had fallen asleep almost instantly, chasing the fawn had worn her out.

She woke up. Breathing. There was breathing next to her. She looked over at him and couldn't help but smile. She had known him for the best part of 12 hours, and it really had been the best part. She got out of bed, went to the kitchen and continued her normal routine. “Aren't you wondering why I'm here? And, why I was in your bed? I'm wondering why you didn't kick me out?” “I guess you have your reasons. But I want to know more about you and yes, actually, why did you feel it was necessary to sleep with me?” “I wasn't comfy on your sofa” his goofy (and unbelievably cute) smile told here that wasn't really why he’d slept with her but she let it slide for today. She made them toast and then they sat on the ‘uncomfortable’ sofa watching the news.

After work she put the key in her door, twisted and let herself in. The smell was amazing. It was as if he’d tried to impress her with a three course meal. It had worked. However she could smell his wolf. “I told you this morning, no wolfing out”. A whine came from the front room. She heard him padding upstairs, then rustles then he came back down, “Better?” “Much”, she couldn't help it, she was smiling at him again. She ate the dinner he’d prepared, glad that someone else was here so she didn't have to eat noodles for the thousandth time this year.

She gave him a pillow, a blanket and a duvet that night to sleep on the sofa, but when she awoke the next morning he was there again. Sleeping soundly next to her. The routine started all over again. He would be in wolf skin when she arrived home but that changed when she started making coffee.

He had been living there for almost a month, there had been a full moon on which he had not returned to hers until the second morning after the moon. He reeked of males. And he had bite marks on his arms and legs, she thought it had been just wolf on wolf combat.

There was one thing he did which annoyed her. It wasn't annoying, really, it was a distraction to her. He had seemed to forget that he should be wearing a shirt. She couldn't stop looking at his chest. Watching TV in the evenings became a herculean task. The way his chest rose and fell as he breathed was mesmerising.

Months came and went. He stayed, shirtless. Until one day it was different, she woke up and she was warm. She sat up and looked where she’d been lying. She’d been lying on him. Heat flared in her cheeks and she rushed to get on with the morning routine. It was a full moon that night.

Carefully, she studied his face. He had a neat beard and untamed hair. His eyes, like every other werewolves were golden but his had a brown ring. Again today was a no shirt day. They had their toast and coffee in the front room like normal. Then her face was in his neck. She was surprised at this. His hands skimmed along his back, she was fully expecting to be pushed away but he pulled her a little closer. He smelled so good to her wolf. No, she had to go to work she couldn't stay enveloped in him. She dragged herself away from him, and went to work. He was still a distraction even though he wasn't there. She arrived home. He, of course, had made dinner. They ate. Then - as they did every full moon - they bundled spare clothes into her car and drove down to the edge of the forest. Her wolf wouldn't stop thinking of his scent. He couldn't seem to leave her alone tonight either, they’d been in the forest for 3 hours in wolf skin and he was still following her. Even when she returned home in the early hours, about 2:00 in the morning. She went to bed. He followed her. “I like your beard”. He sat and looked blankly at her. “Ok”. “I was making small talk.” “Why?” “Doesn't matter”. Then he leant over and kissed her.

They awoke the next morning nestled together. “Were your scars from challengers?” He sighed heavily. “Yes, I knew you were mine, I knew you knew it too. Other males didn't seem to know it though.” “I'm sorry I caused you pain.” “You didn't cause this, it was the rest of the species.” She pulled him back and ran her fingers through his hair. “I won’t cut my beard or change my hair”. She laughed and pulled him back to lie next to her.

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