My Inner Human (Chris Brown Werewolf FF)

Chapter 2: Differences

The black wolf obeyed my wish for him to run faster,  and his strides became longer, his muscles bunching and releasing in the effortless exertion of energy he was putting forth. My muscles had no food to fuel them, they were stringy and dwindling, yet the invisible thought of food seemed to fuel them, and I was astonishingly able to keep pace with this stranger. We ran for miles, the sky lightening to a navy blue, and then to a deep burgundy, eventually turning a swirl of pinkish-red and making way for the sun. The stranger seemed to notice nothing of this, nor did I. My thoughts were focused only on food, yet I sensed this trail we were on did not end at the yearning goal of food. My step faltered with this, and the stranger stopped with a paw in the air, his neck twisted to glance at me with worrry. I shook it off, raising my head and howling with misery and hunger. His ears flicked, and his tail dropped in fear. He acted like he had never howled before! His paw twitched and he took a slow step back. I cocked my head at him and cut off my howl. He looked abashed as he slowly turned back around and barked once as he began to trot towards his destination. I kept quiet this time as I followed him, and for that he was grateful. As soon as this wolf showed my where there was food, I would go as far away from him as possible.

About half an hour later, the wolf in front of me led me to a low cave that was partially obscured by the leaves hanging over it from a thick tree. It did not look like a creation of nature from the outside, and for that I was weary. I growled, and the black-furred wolf glanced at me, motioning with his head that I should go inside the cave. As I passed him, I rammed my shoulder into his roughly to show him that I did not like this arrangement one bit. He followed me into the low entrance of the cave and I looked at him as if to ask "where is the food?" He dropped his head and jerked it to the floor in the shadowy corner. I quickly walked over there and found a pile of bread, vegetables, fruits, and a hotdog and hamburger. Human food?! I wanted raw meat! Not this disgusting stuff! I turned to face the wolf and growled low and sharp, warning him of my plans to attack. He backed up and whimpered, motioning to the food again. I grew suspicious. Where had he gotten the human food? My stomach rumbled again, and I whined, forgetting about the issue. Although the human food was quite unappeasing, I was starving. I turned around and ate every bit of food, save the vegetables and fruits. I was still hungry, because a hamburger, hot dog, and a piece of bread was no where near enough to satisfy a hungry wolf. I growled once in disappointment before yawning loudly and walking to the corner of the den, curling up to take a nap. The black wolf stared at me before taking his place on the opposite side of the den, his eyes never leaving mine as I drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

When I awoke, I yawned loudly, cracking my neck and opening my eyes, blinking several times before the view in front of me came into focus. Only then did I notice a warm furry object pressed against my right side. I jumped up, spinning around and snapping viciously at whoever or whatever it was. My teeth closed on an ear, and I realized it was the black-furred wolf. He jumped up equally as quick and wined as I released his ear. He backed up, a trickle of blood steadily flowing from the wound I had inflicted upon him.  

He shivered in fear at my hostile expression, and I became instantly sorry. I walked up to him and licked his ear, attempting to nurse the wound. He whined a bit as I backed away, and I wondered why he had come over to my side of the den in the first place. As soon as he took in his surroundings, his eyes brightened. He barked and his hair stood up, his tail wagging furiously. I cocked my head in confusion, and he ran excitedly out of the cave, motioning for me to follow. I followed him out of the cave, and he dashed between the trees. I could hear the bubbling noise of a stream close by, so I eagerly followed him to get a drink. When I stepped through the trees, my eyes widened. Not only was there a stream, but there was a wide meadow filled with flowers and trees and bright colors. The river cut through the mountain that I only just noticed we were standing at the top of. I looked at my fellow wolf with eyes full of wonder, and his expression was a twisted, wolf-like version of a smirk. I smelled the air and my head snapped back to the base of the mountain where the river widened into a deep, crystal-clear pool with a light current that gently disrupted the glass-like appearance of the water. But there was something else disrupting the surface as well. A moose and several doe, along with a young fawn, were lapping up the cool blue water, their throats moving up and down with every swallow. My mouth instantly filled with saliva at the warm sweet scent of them, and I yearned to get the meat into my mouth. My eyes locked onto the giant moose. I looked at the wolf next to me, and he motioned for me to go ahead. I shrugged and slunk down the mountain on silent paws, keeping close to the ground and hiding in the tall waving grass when possible. Soon, I was almost upon the large animal. The doe's ears perked up when my stomach rumbled loudly, and I knew this was my time to strike. With a vicious snarl, I leapt from the cool grass, still wet from the morning dew, and landed with my jaws locked around the giant moose's neck. He made a sound of shock, and I dropped to the ground, leaping again to get a firmer grip on his throat. Without hesitation, I closed my jaws and felt his warm blood flood my mouth. I moaned internally with the taste. I jerked my head to the side, breaking his neck and allowing his limp body to slump to the ground. I dug my canines into his shoulder and ripped it out of the socket, gulping down the slab of flesh that came with it. Then I remembered the other wolf. I looked to my left to see him clumsily stumbling down the mountain. How could a wolf be this clumsy?! Finally, he reached my side. I moved to the right to give him some space to eat his share of the meat, and he slightlt shook his head with a feared look in his eyes. He didn't eat meat?! Okay, there was seriously something wrong with this guy. I snorted in disbelief and he sighed, lowering his head and taking a bite from the moose's ribs, forcefully swallowing the meat. I shrugged and went back to my meal. Whatever his problem was, it wasn't my concern.

Within half an hour, the whole moose was devoured and there was nothing left but his skeleton. I licked my chops, and my belly felt heavy and satisfied. I hadn't felt this way in a while, and now I was happier. I felt a rough tongue against my muzzle, and I looked up to see the black wolf. He continued to clean all the blood off my muzzle, having already cleaned his. I didn't object, and for that I was confused. He was a regular wolf, and I was, well, I USED to be a... Nevermind, I'd rather not talk about it. I WAS a normal wolf now, just like the wolf beside me. Just when the wolf pulled away, I nuzzled his neck affectionately. I blamed my actions on the fact that my hunger was satisfied, and that put me in a much happier mood. The wolf nuzzled me back, but his eyes were wide with surprise. I barked and darted back uo the mountain, leaving him standing there in shock. When I reached the mountaintop, I laid down in a comfortable position with my head on my paws. The black wolf came to his senses and jerked out of his trance, walking over the the moose skeleton. He grabbed one of the ribs in his teeth and began to drag it. Within a couple seconds, he had dragged the moose out of sight and into the trees. Then he trotted joyfully back up to the mountain, following me to our den.

As the days passed, I woke up every morning to my fellow wolf's head resting on mine, his warmth keeping me company. But I never let him get closer to me than that. Every day, we went down the mountain to hunt, and every night we returned with full bellies. Also, he started to become more wolf-like as the days passed. He had less emotions and relied more on his instincts like a normal wolf. He no longer objected to eating raw meat, and he became more sure-footed. My life was beginning to be perfect, and I began to grow more attached to the black wolf. He became more confident in nuzzling me whenever he got the chance, and he protected me when we ran across a mountain lion one day, though I was far from needing his protection. We ended up killing and eating the mountain lion, much to our delight.

Later in the middle of the night one night, I woke up with my muzzle pressed against another one. I quietly got up, so as not to disturb him, and walked outside to get a drink. I broke through the trees and spotted the stream leading down the mountain. Before I could take another step, I felt a warm body slam into mine and tackle me. We rolled down the hill, and I didn't object, because I knew who it was. As we landed, the black wolf was on top of me. There was a low growl in his chest and his eyes were filled with lust. I could tell what he was planning to do. I forgot about my need for water and instead got to my feet my chest still pressed against his as I buried my snout in his neck.

I woke later that morning, my limbs entangled with my fellow wolf's limbs. I yawned and snuggled closer to my mate. That's right, I said it. Mate. He was my mate.  

His eyes opened and he rested his snout on my snout, his eyes searching mine. My eyes lit up, and I inhaled his scent, mingled with mine. My scent was all over him, and his scent was all over me. I stood up, my mouth parched. I had never gotten the drink that I wanted last night. I jogged through the trees and down the familiar path to the pool at the base of mountain. I lapped up the water, sighing as my thirst was satisfied.

Months later, I was heavy with pups. It felt like four or five, possibly more. My mate would go out and bring food back, but the famine began to hit again. He only brought back smaller animals now, and they were not enough to satisfy my hunger. When my ribs began to show again, despite my pregnant belly, I grew worried. My mate grew desperate, and he would venture out on his own, trying to find bigger meat. When he could find none, he began to return with human food. I grew suspicious. He still never had the scent of humans on him, and it drove me crazy trying to find out where he found it all. I was much too heavy to follow him, though. I growled in frustration each time he returned, but ate the food without question. However, I began to notice something else. Each time he returned with more human food, he seemed more non wolf-like. He began having more emotions, stumbling when he walked, avoiding any raw meat he came across. I narrowed my eyes each time he walked in the den, but he ignored my questioning stares.

One day when my mate was out on one of his three to five day hunting trips, I felt a pain in my abdomen.