Lycan Blood

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Once they reached the house, after finishing the walk in silence, Raven spoke up. "I like you, Dasker. Like, really like you. I just can't shake the feeling that you're hiding something from me, though." Dasker sighed, closing his eyes as a wave of guilt came over him.

"Raven, I'm attracted to you more than I can even express. I just- I don't want to scare you off." He admitted.

"You won't, but I don't think anything can happen between us if you're just going to sit there and lie to me all the time!" Thinking it over, she was right. He couldn't go on knowing he was just going to end up hurting her the longer he kept his true self from her. In a brief moment, he stepped in front of Raven, pulling her into him by her waist, placing his lips on hers. She returned the kiss, deepening it as if she had been longing for his touch. He pulled her closer and she ran her hand through his hair. After a couple of seconds, the two pulled apart, breathing heavily. Raven's eyes widened as she stared at Dasker, but this time, he didn't detect fear. She gently caressed his cheek with her hand, watching his blood pulse through his veins, admiring his starry red eyes. She moved her hand to the back of his head, pulling him in for a short kiss. "Just like my dream..." She chuckled.

That night, Dasker revealed everything to her, and Raven listened intently, mesmerized. When he asked her why she hadn't felt the fear she originally did, she laughed. "I don't know. Lately, I've been having weird dreams. Believe me, I wanted to be scared, but something inside of me wouldn't let me..." As she said those last words, Dasker's eyes widened, his mouth slightly dropping.

"Why were you out in the desert?" He immediately interrogated.

"Uh- I don't know. I think I was running from someone- I don't really remember." He stood up from the couch and began pacing around. "Are you-"

"Did you feel a pull- like something guiding you?" He interrupted.

"Um- actually... yea. H-how did you know?" He stopped pacing and stared at her, shocked. The gold eyes, the pull, the dreams...

"You're a werewolf."

Raven burst out laughing. "Me? Werewolf? Yea... no, that's not possible."

"Think about it," Dasker urged, "You were lone and you felt a pull here, to a pack! Your eyes shimmer gold- that's your wolf. You aren't scared of me anymore because your wolf isn't." Raven tried to take it all in, but the idea of her being a werewolf filled her with anxiety. Was there really a wolf form merged with her normal self? How had she not known or felt it?

"How would I know for sure?" Dasker went silent. "Dasker. How would I know? How would I turn?"

"I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know? You're a wolf, how did you turn?"

"Everyone figures it out their own way, and your wolf has to want to show." Raven took in a deep breath, exhaling it in a sigh. Did her wolf simply not want to come out? For 23 years?

"I need a drink..."

"There's a couple of bottles in-"

"No. Let's go to the inn, I want to get some air." Dasker nodded in understanding.