Moon Howlers

Chapter 4 - Eye of the Tiger

His name is Zayd. It has been a couple weeks since we left Anabel's home. He has taught me how to resist the change. And how to properly hunt small animals.

Though he has no heart, he has warmed every cell in my body. There was a feeling, inside my heart, that I felt as though I couldnt be away from him. But I didn't understand the feeling.

He wasn't like me. He was different. He had fangs, that Didnt disappear as though mine did. He drank blood from a bag, and I don't think I ever saw him eat real food.

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I woke up, glancing around the tenth temporary home we have stayed in. We move around a lot. Because we couldn't risk being discovered.

Thanks to Zayd, I discovered I was called a werewolf. I changed into a wolf, whenever I became scared, or severly hungry, or aroused, or angry.

I was unable to control the change. Everytime I changed i felt my bones break over and over again. Zayd was trying to teach me how to resist, even though it was hard.

In animal form, I was gorgeous red beast, in human form, I was a scared woman, fearful of her own internal battle. In recent events, I noticed, my breasts had become enlarged, my fiery hair grew more fierce and soft, my green eyes a much brighter hue.

I looked around the room, I saw Zayd had left a plate of food next to my bed. A freshly grilled steak and some delicious looking baked potatoes. A cup with a weird red fluid, judging by the smell, was blood. A second cup with a mug of coffee.

My mouth watered, as I downed the large glass of blood. I still hated doing it. The bitter metallic after taste made me want to puke, but it kept my inner wolf satisfied.

I quickly ate my food that was graciously made for me, savouring each bite. As long as I ate fresh meat and kept a healthy intake of blood, yuck, I won't change. Then there the was the controlling of my emotions...

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Now fully dressed, in a pair of black skinny jeans and a light blue tank, I sat in the kitchen, waiting for the return of Zayd.

I heard the footsteps of my companion leading up to the front door. The sound of keys jiggling informed me, it was in fact him. He opened the door, his gorgeous face the first thing I saw, with his unkempt black hair, gorgeous green eyes, and the caterpillar on his upper lip, he was the epitome of sexy.

He approached me, a basket in one hand, a strong familiar scent arose from the basket. It was a bloody animal.

In the other hand, he held a bag. Placing the basket on the table, my mouth watered by the scent of fresh meat.

I could feel the familiar aches in my gums, are the aroma of the creature invaded my senses.

*

In my attempt to ignore my sudden hunger, I looked over to him, as he pulled out a small box.

"I figured, if you cannot change while you are touching silver, I went and bought something you would always have on you." he pulled out a beautiful silver and gold necklace. It was simple, a paw print with a diamond in the center. It was beautiful.

He went behind me, and gently lifted my hair, hooking the necklace. He stepped away, admiring me.

He was such a handsome man, and everytime we accidentally touch, it sends a slight shiver down my spine.

It was only with him. I never understood it, and I never said a word to him.

He went to the basket, and lifted the bloody towel that was covering it.

"I know you hate this part, but as long as the beast is happy, you have few worries. I don't think anything I can say, will ever make it easier, unfortunately."

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(Zayd's POV)

As I neared the house, carrying my latest kill for the ever hungry Freya. I didn't know how much longer we could keep this up. The older she got, the hungrier the beast became. I was afraid she would eventually give into the beast.

I bought her a gift. Seeing as how she was a different breed, her human flesh was unaffected by silver, unlike the wolves I hunted many centuries ago.

And oddly enough, the silver keeps the change in check. I have done plenty of research, I cannot find anything about what could be different.

It was unusual seeing a live wolf, let alone a female. Most females died shortly after turning. Their fragile bodies unable to handle the first change.

When a human born wolf is changed for the first time, within a week their entire body feels like fire. They turn almost instantly, from human to beast. Males have little trouble with the first shift but many females die within the first few moments of their bones breaking.

Granted, there were female wolves. Some born, few changed. In my many years, ive yet to see a human born female wolf. I was definitely interested in how things would progress with her.

What really interested me, is how she got as far as she did on her first change. Judging by her confusion and amnesia, the day she appeared on Anabel's porch, was after being a wolf for the first change.

She was so young, much younger than myself, but I couldn't help but be drawn to her. It has been nearly 200 years, since I was last in love. Being alone is part of who I was. My lovely wife Trina. She was murdered during the Supernatural war against the wolves. I have since given my undead heart to nothing.

I finally made it to the house, I could hear her heartbeat, she was downstairs. I made it to the front porch, letting myself in, I took in her beautiful face. I loved seeing her beam everytime I came back from a hunt, most likely from the fresh kill I brought her.

Setting the basket I was carrying on the table, I dug into the bag I carried, pulled out a small box, revealing the necklace I had just gotten from a close friend.

Not only was it silver, but it was blessed by a powerful witch. It would protect her when the time came.

The spell prevents her from turning, unless her mind was willing to change.

I walked over and placed the jewellery on her soft tender skin, a shiver shot through me. I recognized the feeling. But she was not ready...