An Alpha's Melody

Chapter Three: Cameron

    Although Melody did test me, I knew she would choose C in the end. I don't bite random people, so I know that she doesn't ever to want to kill, let alone harm someone (not to sound stalkerish at all). She may want to maim me for biting her and either killing or turning her into a wereowlf. 

    I can't say I blame her.

    I set down an old gym bag full of chains on the mahagony table next to the front door when Melody pulled up in a yellow Camero with several black racing stripes.

     She appeared to make a very deep intake of breath before marching up to my front door with her head up high. You could see her breath when she exhaled in the frosty night air.

    I open the door a crack, before smiling down on the girl, maybe seventeen years old? That would make  her just under a year younger than me, and she is a senior.

    "Are you going to let me in, or are you goign to teach me how to control the werewolf with in from the porch?" Melody glowers at me, and I feel thedeepest thrill. She will feel it, too, after her first transformation. I wonder if it would have beeneasier to find my soulmate once she had already been a wolf. 

    I was also the only one really around to bite her, to change her.

    I consider, then swing open the door the rest of the way, so that Melody shoulders past me, her dark brown eyes avoiding my own grey pair. I wonder what they will look like once she is in her full wolf form.

    "So . . . " She has no idea how to go about this, and  I find myself more awkaward around her. My charms are so much easier with strangers, or people I weren't designed to love. "What now?"

    "Well, you showed up two minutes early, so we have several options. Small talk, large talk," this gets a raised eyebrow, "or we could make out." This last one gets an entire headshake, in additon to the raised, dark brows.

    "D."

    "None of the above?" A brief nod. "Is that how you answer all things?"

    "Sometimes I use riddles and crap rainbows." I find her sarcasm more amusing than should be allowed, considering the circumstances.

     "Ooh, ooh, show me one of these tricks!" I clap my hands together, mimicking a seal, and I manage to acheive one of Melody's seemingly rare chuckles.

     I put an arm around her, about to continue on with our small round, when her eyes flick bac and forth from a light, sunny yellow back to the deep, chocolate brown I have quickly grown accustomed to. This goes on, colors back and forth, back and forth, for a few moments.

    I am honestly surprised she made it at all, considering it was the September full moon. The one right before Halloween is always quite potent. Especially for those whom are new to this side of the world.

    "Hey, Melody," I lower my voice and step close, grabbing her wrists and wrapping them around my neck, like a sort of embrace. "I want you to breathe deep with me," I I put my hands on her hourglass waist-hip area. "In," I suck in cool air, "Out."

    She gains control, and her eyes are a deep, boundless brown again. I smile, all too soon. I see certain bonces starting to elongate, and others shortening. Fur begins to sprout, and she lets out an inhuman howl of pain. In under a minute, the beautiful girl before me is in her full wolf form.

    "Melody, please. Melody!" She bolts at the open front door, and I feel my own bones snapping and jolting in their sockets, wanting to join her. I saw the moon madness in her yellow eyes before she made it outside. 

    I let my own gray  eyes deepen, take thirty seconds, and join her in howling.

    The hardest part isn't finding her. It is keeping control of myself.