Chosen by the Moonlight

}Prologue{

"Oscar! Honey?"

A woman pushes the front door open, her hands gripping to the paper bags. Crinkling them loudly. Her neck curved around the apples to keep them from flipping to the floor.

She stops and inhales deeply, a scent hits her nose. A familiar scent; Oscar?

"Oscar? Are you home?"

She sets the groceries on the table and called up again. Her eyes move to no movement but her ears pick up on the rugged breathing upstairs. A growl rumbles in her throat.

She runs up the stairs past picture frames. Her feet quiet and her breath steady. The hunter instincts kicking in. She opens the door to her bedroom and let it swing the open.

"Honey?"

Oscar stands still his jeans unbuttoned he looks disheveled. The smell in here. She thought. The smell.

She holds a two fingers over her nostrils. She shuts her eyes to relax a bit it was working until the breathing from the closet was louder than the blood pumping.

"Sammy? You are home early, why?"

She opens her eyes and glances around the room. If you look into her eyes deep enough you can see gold and an animal glare. Everything is exactly the same. The bed is made, the floor is cleaned, but the window is open and an unknown breathing huffs from the closet.

She exhales and walks up to Oscar and hugs him. She looks to the floor where the curtains are drawn. Wishing she closed her eyes and not seen the pink undergarments that put off a horrible stench. She pulls away from Oscar barring her teeth. He steps backwards. She walks to the closet while maintaining eye contact with Oscar. His eyes seem to be pleading almost. She opened the closet door to see a woman wearing her bath robe. A bear tattoo is the only thing flaunted on her collar bone.

"Bitch."

The woman stands up straight and flashes her eyes. The pupil almost filled her whole eye as it shifts back. Sam did not care if this woman was a Prodigium, she slept with a married man.

Sam grips the other woman's throat to lift her off of the ground. She squirms in Sam's grip.

"Filthy little cub."

She slaps Sam's arm, so she uses her left fist to slam the Tramps nose back. The woman with the bear tattoo cries out and slumps to the floor. Sam glares at Oscar over her shoulder. If I react on him, I will kill him.

She turn out of the door and run downstairs. He follows behind her with panting breaths.

"Sammy-"

She stands next to her bag of groceries. The apples are beautiful, are fit perfect in her hand. The apple splatters against the wall with a pop. Oscar jumps away. grab a bag from the living room closet.

"You were too good to be true. Even in Romania we do not frown on having multiple people, but not while you are already with someone!"

"Sam-"

This apple hit him in the gut. She stomps past him while he is buckled over nursing his gut. Sam walks to her office and shove clothes into a bag from her storage closet. She zips up the bag and stomps into the bathroom. She goes to the livingroom.

"You are a fucking pig!"

"Sam!" He rocks himself not getting up. "I love you, let me explain."

Love. She drops her whole bag to throw her fist into the wall. A hole is left, a rather large one.

"You wouldn't hurt me if you loved me you mother fucker."

She drags her bag out into her car with a pulsing headache. She screams in her car and headbutts the steering wheel as she drives. She pulls into a parking lot and parks the car and cries. She catches her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes glow brightly, she screams at her reflection and slams her fist into the glass. Her ring shines through the slightly torn skin. She grips it and throws it out the door. The wedding and the engagement. They have no meaning now.

She opens her door and slams it closed. She walks to the closest building and pulls on the door, it doesn't give in. She pulls on the next door it is locked as well. She cries out and looks out to the forest past the park.

She rushes to the park and takes off her coat and boots. She looks up to the sky. Even the moon can't be seen through the clouds. Her body starts to heat up and her bones begin to ache.

"That isn't the best idea, Miss."

She whips her head around to a man with glowing yellow eyes. He has a rather large beard and is a robust man. He has a golfing hat resting on the back of his head.

"This is private territory. You can not be here."

She roars out loudly. He takes an athletic stance.

"Miss I am warning you-"

She roars at him and her mouth widens. This transformation is slow and painful. This man is obviously a wolf and no match for her. He tosses off his hat and morphs into a large dog with orange eyes and snapping teeth. She now morphs her body finally happy to tear away her skin to show the inky black fur of her Panther. Her roar was wild and the wolf stepped back. American wolves have never seen a Panther before. She roars and runs into the forest. The howls and snarls of wolves on her tail. She roars wildly as one bites into her tail.

She flips around wildly with flexibility. She bites at the brown wolf who attacked her tail. She bites on the neck wildly as another wolf bites her back. She lashes with claws. The wolves attack her back pulling and tearing. She grips a tree with her claws and pulls herself up violently up into the tree where no yapping dogs can get her.

They howl and snap their jaws under her. A howl sounds and the dogs quiet down and turn their attention from her to him.

A huge wolf larger than any other trots down the path it stops and locks eyes with the huge panther in the tree. Something in her opens and feels as if she is complete. The large wolf doesn't break eye contact it's eyes are big and black. She lays down on the tree limb. Teeth cover her forelimb and is yanked down to the ground, where the dark clouds take over.