The Slave of The Moon and Her

Chapter One

It was soon after the shift. I had lost all control of myself but, her voice still echoed through my head. "Where are you?" she begs. "Don't come out, please whatever you do, don't come out," I plead. She ignores me and rushes through her two story town house, the clock on the wall striking 12:00. She grabs her day bag and runs out the door grabbing her keys,
"Please ignore this pain, these temptations," she screams in our minds.
No response.
She runs to her Range Rover I helped her find. My ripped clothes still in the back seat from last month. She can still remembers the last time this occurred, the pain she felt in her was something tangible, still feeling the burning I do. She had to find me, had to help. As she puts her bag in the trunk, she gets knocked to the ground. She's out cold. She regains slight concionsis to see that she's getting dragged off to the sound of heavy breathing.
"I'm so sorry," the sound of me whispering is the last thing she hears before she's out again.
This was unlike the other shifts. Something was different, the beast was stronger, more in control.
She wakes in the morning, the sun just rising up in the forest. She is laying with the beast, with me. Never before was she this close to the beast. Feeling my heartbeat, she lies there petting my back with gentleness though I am already banged up. I lie across her licking the blood off my skin from hitting trees. She leans up, trying to pet me. I responds with a growl and puts my paw across her chest, making sure she doesn't move too fast. She tries to get in my head but, gets only his fear that he hurt her.
"I am fine," she whispers. I only respond with shaking my mane, the beasts mane.
Get you fury butt up or I will not stop to think about neutering you," she threatens.
The pair makes eye contact, as a growl ripples through the air.
The long wolves long face turns to her and growls, staring into her grey eyes with his. I stands up and move closer to her. I sit licking her face and she gets up. She hugs me by my mane, locking her arms together, as the beast wimpers knowing what happens when she does. She buries her face in his mane, crying knowing what is about to happen. She hears the bone start to snap, knowing what I goes through when the shift is undone. She lets go watching the beast that is six foot tall on all fours, her protector, turn to her best friend in the world.
"Can you grab the bag of clothes," I ask after running behind a tree.
"Thanks to someone, we don't have the bag. It's in the trunk of my car," she sasses out. I point to a log behind her where it lies. She grabs my extra clothes that she keeps at her house and throws it to me. I dress quickly and hug her, thanking her for ending the pain.