A Walk in the Woods
“I don’t know about this,” she said as a thick bank of fog rolled in and swirled around our bodies.
I put my hand on her shoulder. “Oh, come on,” I said. “This was your idea. It’s a perfect autumn night.”
She giggled and slipped her hand into mine. She was still shaking, but I was happy to offer comfort.
We walked down a secluded path, the fallen leaves crunched under our feet, and there was a distinct musky, decayed smell in the air. What an exhilarating evening it was.
“Oh, look at the moon!” she said. “It’s beautiful.”
“It really is,” I said gazing at the full moon that finally made its appearance from behind the clouds.
My ears pricked up, I heard someone approaching in the distance, and a ghostly howl sent electricity coursing along my skin.
She jumped and squeezed my hand in a vice grip. “Let’s turn back,” she said.
“No, it’s okay,” I said. “Just a little further.”
She nodded but I could feel her pulse beating rapidly through my palm.
My heart was racing for a very different reason.
I saw the clearing and led her to the rock that was washed in moonlight.
“Sit here,” I said. “Close your eyes.”
She was beyond panicked, but she sat on the rock with her hands clenched in her lap.
I almost felt guilty, but this was survival.
With a savage howl I transformed into my true form. My mate joined me. We feasted and bathed in life-giving blood as the moon, our master, looked on.
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