Mother Earth heters her cries. Heroes start to wet the dirt. The moon is shining down on them, her light giving a spotlight show
“Why?” Her voice sounds tragile. Her heart must be causing her pain because she’s clutching at her chest. Isn’t love supposed to bring you pleasure?
His woll is still half, sinelling my neck as his skin side tries to pull his head away. The wolf snaps its jaws toward Kennedy; the lood click of teeth can’t be missed. He does this again, snapping its jaw, Violent waves spasm his skin from the inside, ripping the flesh. He’s hack at my neck, smelling. Bicking flesh. A heartbreaking whimper pours out his throat is forehead touches mine. The wolf’s eyes meet mine and hold. His nose is touching mdcing into now Another raw whimper hits my oITS,
The well does not look aw. The both of us are very still now. His half–closed hand brushes against my cheek, sniffing inside my mouth. A tear–a stray, lonely tear starts its descent downward. Its path is blocked by whiskres trying to poke through clean flesh Another whimper from the fur side calls to my soul, as
The well starts to cry its song out for the moon to hear, a begging, a pleading,
His nature is only wanting to breathe me in Writhing, twisting on himself, he uses my body to hold himself up as bones break, muscles tear, only to try ito po hack again. Groans tumble out his mouth, along with great, high–pitched whines. His lips pullback in a snarl to Kennedy, snapping at her while mirding me, gently bating my jaw without lewing marks,
Panting in, brewthing out.
I’m watching a war untold where both sides are even matches. Which constitution will win?
The turning point in the battle comes when his dense green eyes turn toward Kennedy, and his nails retract. He calms as residual spasms shudder out. He’s still resting against me, no space between us. He’s like a rock, hardened without give
Inhale him in, nose touching skin.
Now he turns to me, his eyes on mine. Our noses are so close, the tips almost touch. His hand comes up exactly like his woll just did, except no claws are out. Just his flesh touching my flesh
Magnetic, the draw to him is tense Raw moon power pulls us toward each other in a collision of epic proportion
“Custer” It’s choked out, a desperate wall. Her hands are now gripping into the earth as if it could somehow provide her with support. Her heart is shredding She looks like a perfect broken picture, shattered, destroyed beyond repair
Hatakes a step away from me, going to her. He kneels with her now. His knees will stain with grass
“Why?” The both of them Lace each other.
“I can’t explain it,” he says with a shake of his head.
“Do you love her?” Her lips tremble, little hiccups coming out every now and then. Her tears don’t stop.
“No, love you”
“Then why are you here?” Her voice is so soft while she looks into his eyes.
“I can’t help myself. I can’t fight it anymore. “She starts to sob. He holds her to his chest, her head resting on his shoulder.
He’s her rock. Too bad it’s starting to crack and crumblo apart right underneath her.
“What’s going to happen?” she asks him, like he has answers
“I don’t know.” His lips are on her forehead. Not the answer she was looking for as she starts retching on my own. Bile from the pit of her stomach is
making its way out.
I’m standing there watching them. Is this how marriages fall apart, with one party being attracted to another, not in love but in lust? Willing to break
trust for just a taste of that wicked desire?
“I don’t want him. He has nothing I need,” I say to the both of them. I watch as his shoulders tense up, while she holds him closer to her.
“I need you,” he says to me. He looks at Kennedy. “But love you.” “You can’t have me!” My voice raises to a harsh hiss
“I’ll fight for you. You’re worth my fight, I could kill her, sever the bond. You would be only mine.” She has his head in her hands as she tells him this. He looks at, contemplating her offer.
Part of me wants to gre Kennedy and Clayton western justice look toward a tree, trying to find a branch that can support both their weights. They went into this together, they can go out together. Death is absolute, and I have fantasized, if given the opportunity again, could I end her? Could I drink from the throat of left can’t. He’s just not worth that need in me anymore.
I don’t need to swe had fantasy fulfilled.
His wolt strikes her throat hard, clamping it in his powerful jaw. He’s on all fours now, skin changing to fur. Blood starts to pool underneath Kennedy as her fists start hitting a back that is curving, stretching his shirt so right it’s splitting down the middle. His wolf has decided he’s thirsty and needs to drink from her throat of life. He must not have taken too kindly to her threat. The wolf has just taken a giant leap into insanity.
His head shakes back and forth, tearing at the skin, ripping it apart as if it were the haunches of a deer. Her body swings back and forthwith the force, hands hanging limply at her side, Blood, more blood than I have ever seen, is oozing out from her gaping wounds. She doesn’t look like herself, eyes half open, lips parted and blue tinged. He gets control of himself. With shaky hands, he tries to stop the bleeding
“What have you done?” Running toward them,I see he’s trying to stop the flow of blood with his fingers, but it’s seeping out the cracks. Now instead of grass stains, he wears his moon’s blood while the real one watches on
