A Life With No End

I looked down at his interested eyes as he watched me strip my clothes off. “Like what you see?” I asked with a smirk.

“Sorry, haven’t really watched a girl strip in front of me for a while,” he admitted sheepishly. He was panting, and sweat beaded his face. The comment made me want to punch him and start screaming at him for something he had the right to do. He wasn’t my mate or anything, but the thought of him watching other women undress irked me to the point of wanting to hunt them all down to kill them.

I just rolled my eyes. “Get used to it,” I said. I watched his eyes turn from interest to fear as he watched me change into my wolf form. I felt my canines grow longer, and sharper, followed by the rest of my teeth. The feeling of my ears pulling back against my head and moving to the top of my head was tight. I looked down my nose and saw it extend, making room for all the extra teeth that were coming in. I could feel my eyes sinking in. I fell to my knees as my thin human skin started to dissolve and cold air blew across my exposed pink under lining. My breathing began to pick up as new, thicker, tougher skin began to cover my body. My spine cracked, my shoulders and legs shifted. I was on all fours, looking like a hairless rat before my human hair started to shrivel up against my head, turning from an orange color to a white and silver that started to spread across my body, giving me a warm and fuzzy feeling all over. By the time I was done, instead of the human me that once stood before this Tamaharan, there was the wolf me, standing on all fours, three times the size of a normal wolf.

When I was completely changed, I slowly padded over to him. I could smell his fear. I could hear the racing of his heartbeat. Do you fear me? I asked, sitting beside his head, and gave a wolfish grin when I got no response. I saw his chest rising and falling rapidly, sending warm gusts across my furry head. I didn’t know why, but it pained me to sense his fear. It hurt me to know that he feared my wolf form. I stood back up and jumped on the couch. I put my paws on either side of his body, and made it so I’d have to get a new couch once I had the money for it; but for some reason, this felt important to me. Could he be my mate? I thought. I lowered my head to his ear and nuzzled him slightly. Please, don’t fear me, I pleaded, even though I knew that until the change was complete, he wouldn’t be able to hear me. When he refused to calm down, I sighed slightly and lowered my head to his shoulder, opened my mouth wide, and clamped my jaws down on his shoulder. I held my mouth there for several minutes, with my ears back against my head and my eyes closed tightly as I listened to him scream in even more pain than he had been in the hospital.