The Little Lockwood

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EDITED

Pain ripples through my entire body as I run through the snow covered forests of Montana, my body pushing me to run father and faster than I ever have before.

My muscles working through the pain to propel me faster, at a speed so quick I was almost a blur.

My large Lycanthrope wolf body tearing up the frozen ground beneath me, leaving huge wolf foot prints in my wake. 

Flashes of Brandon and I's time together come to surface in my mind as I run through the trees.

"Are you ready to go out to dinner Debria?" Brandon calls from the living room.

It was our first official date and I wanted to look good. I was wearing a satin dark green dress that reached the ground, and had long lace sleeves. My hair curled into pretty waves.

I wore flats and I step into the hallway and walk down it to the living room.

I wanted to try this with Brandon, I know he could make me happy. I just want be happy.

Brandon's eyes almost pop out of his socket, "My God, you are beautiful."

Growling I push through another wave of physical pain, the pain that came from yet another Lycanthrope being killed. The first Lycanthrope to die hurt badly, but this pain was doubled because it also held the weight of losing my best friend. Maybe it hurts worse when you have an actual connection to another Lycanthrope.

"I'm home, Debria," Brandon says, walking in the front door and coming to the kitchen to plant a kiss on my forehead.

I hug him to me tightly, 

"Every time you walk into a room you make me so happy."

Brandon smiles and presses his check to the top of my head, hugging me tighter to his body.

I screech to a halt and throw my head back, howling loud and clear, knowing that people seventy miles out could hear my sad call to the wild. 

"I never want to leave," I tell Brandon as we lounge on the couch together, my legs resting over his lap as I flip through a book.

He turns to look at me, confusion in his blue eyes, 

"You never want to go home?"

I tilt my head at him, my fingers reach out to pat his chest gently as I look into his eyes, 

"This is my home."

I take off running again, sprinting to escape the pain that was slowly eating away at my insides. 

"Do you think we should really do this, commit ourselves to each other no matter what?" I ask Brandon as we walk through the woods hand in hand. He knows I'm not in love with him, but he knows I care for him deeply.

"Of course. I don't want anyone but you. I want to be your husband," Brandon pulls me to face him, his hands grabbing my waist and pulling me close to him,

"I want our baby to have both of us here, together."

"You know I used to be a completely different person. I was rude, and bitchy. I was kind of mean, but I usually only did it to protect the ones I cared about," I explain to him, playing with his shirt sleeve, 

"I want the best for our baby. But I want the best for you too, Brandon. If you don't want to do this because my heart is not fully in it, please tell me. I would not hold that against you."

Brandon takes my chin in one hand to make me look at him, eye contact was a thing of ours. We connected the most by staring into one another eyes.

"Whoever you were before you came here does not matter to me. You've become softer here, more gentle. Stay soft Debria, it looks good on you," Brandon says before pressing his lips to my forehead sending good energy down my spine.

Growling, screaming, I feel tears streak from my eyes down my fur covered cheeks. Pain shakes my body, lighting my veins on fire.

How is it that I seem to lose everyone I care about and love?