Full Moon Fling *Unedited*

Anything's Better Than Lying In Agony In The Snow Like A Lunatic...

Three years later

I jog quickly down the street, my hood hiding my messy guys cut, and feel my breath quickening as I struggle to hear the people behind me. I know they're supes, I can smell it on them - I just don't know what they are. So I continue my run, trying not to smash into anyone or anything.

 "Pixie?" Someone calls and I remember from experience not to ever answer when you think someone's talking to you. I keep my pace even and try to smooth out my breathing. I feel the concrete under my feet and find myself getting faster.

 I love running, it's something I've always been good at. I may only be a tiny bit wolf, but I still feel better when I'm outside in the grass getting dirty and sweaty ... that's why I love running. I've always thought that the feeling I get when I run would be the feeling I'd get if I changed with the Moon.

 I'm so distracted that I don't notice the supes appearing in front of me abruptly. I gasp, but I'm not quick enough to stop my legs. I end up smashing into them and landing square on one of their chests. He's flat on his back and gaping up at me. I scramble off him and jog on the spot, feeling my thigh muscles tightening slightly.

 "Sorry," I pant as I move to jog past them onto the field down the road, like I would if I'd run into another human. I almost get away with it. Almost.

 "It's OK darling." I turn to face the guy who's speaking; knowing that if I run, at least one of them will chase me. I keep jogging on the spot - I hate to be still - as the supes close the foot of space between us. "Now," The leader - maybe the Alpha - purrs as he stops in front of me. I judge quickly that he's at least 6'10 and I'd have no chance against him if it came to blows. "What's a little thing like you doing alone this late?" He leers and I suppress a shudder. I hate the creeps that come out of the woodwork after midnight.

 "Running." I'm not panting any more, but my heart's still hammering.

 "Running from what?" Alpha probes and I stare at him blankly.

 "I like to run." I say simply and he narrows his eyes.

 "No one likes to run at half 1 in the morning, yet here you are." He sounds suspicious and I swallow quietly, hoping he can't pick up my fear. I've been alone for most of my life - but stuff like this still gets to me.

 "Aye, well I'm just a freak." I laugh lightly and some of the supes laugh with me - but not the Alpha.

 "Yes, you are. You're a supernatural, so don't play dumb with me princess." Alpha barks and I snort, knowing never to admit to anything related to the supernatural.

 "Where'd you get that stupid idea?" I roll my eyes at some of his cronies, and only one grins back at me.

 "From the fact you're in shorts and a t-shirt, it's January, we're in Glasgow, and you've been running for nearly 2 hours. Don't look so shocked." He adds as my face contorts slightly. I swallow and glance around. We're very alone.

 "Look, I don't know who - or what you are - but keep the hell away from me." I snarl at the Alpha, who snorts and is quickly mimicked by the cronies. I glare at them all, and they shift uneasily.

 "We aren't anything. But we're always there." The Alpha grins at me and they disappear as suddenly as the they appeared. Suspicion makes me still, but instinct forces me to run back into the better lit areas. I end up running to Lanarkshire, my heart pounding and my feet are definitely bleeding in my trainers. I slow to a walk and hobble tiredly through the streets, judging each house as I go past.

 Too big, it'd be obvious I didn't live there.

 Too small, the people there would definitely notice me breaking in.