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The moon hung low in the ink-black sky, casting an eerie glow over the small wooded mountain side. The brook flowed around and down the side of the mountain, babbling all the way down and out through the lush green valley that lay sleeping beneath the black blanket of night. Molly McDonnel sat shivering beneath the majesty of an endless looking pine. She had truly under estimated the trail by night, and could not navigate a single step before dawn. She sat with her legs bent, her chin resting on her knees, which she had her arms wrapped tightly around. Her dark brown hair was still wrapped neatly at the nape of her neck, and her eyelids drooped heavily over her emerald green eyes.
Molly started at the sudden snap of a twig nearby, craning her head around on her neck like a periscope, scanning the area for any sign of the noisemaker. That's when they came out. Four, maybe five hulking figures slunk out from the cover of a nearby tree grove, teeth bared, salt and pepper colored fur raised and positively bristling. A pack of wolves stood before Molly, squared off against her, and if they were as hungry as they looked, she was in trouble. The leader sniffed the air, and then lunged at Molly with out warning. She shrieked in terror as his jaws closed on her leg, his sharp teeth working to rip through her jeans, successfully beginning to pierce the tender flesh below.
The pack howled and pranced behind their leader, urging, encouraging him to rip her apart. Suddenly, the howls became yelps as another wolf, far larger then even the alpha male that still held his deadly jaws clamped tight around Molly's leg, leapt into the small clearing. Molly shuddered, realizing this one would have no problem at all ripping her apart. The dog was massive, standing about four feet tall from top of head to foot pad, and about five feet long from the tip of his glistening black nose to the tip of his bristling gray tail. The newcomer pounced onto the back of the wolf attacking Molly and began to bite, gnashing and snapping his powerful teeth into the other animals flesh. Soon, the air was filled with the yelps and retreating howls of the pack. Molly sat, gasping to catch her breath, tears flowing heavily down her ashen cheeks as the big wolf stood watching the path the others had fled down.
Molly thought the worst was yet to come. Maybe not, for maybe a wolf this size would be done with her more quickly then the smaller one. The wolf was more akin to a bear in size, and as he turned, he met Molly's big, frightened eyes and whimpered, trotting over to her and laying his massive head in her lap. He nudged his snout against her heaving chest, nuzzling her as if to calm her down. Relief washed over her. Perhaps this was someone's pet! As she thought this she entwined her fingers in the thick, almost black hair on the back of the Wolf's head. Suddenly, it felt like silk between her fingers, and the mass on her lap was much lighter.
"I could be your pet, if you wish me to be." Molly screamed, jumping to her feet in shock, immediately tumbling back to her knees, unable to support her weight on her injured limb. There, lying in the place where the massive wolf had eased her troubled nerves lay a man... at second glance she noted, a beautiful man. This creature she now gazed upon in awe and fear was even more beautiful then the animal he replaced. "Well thank you. That is most flattering, kind lady. No one has ever thought so highly of my human form." The man said in a voice that was soft and low, sweet like a warm breeze on a cool summer night. Molly's mind raced with possibilities and she tried to shut it off, to block all her thoughts since he knew what they were.
The man gave a laugh that started long and low and rose in pitch until it was a howl. "Even if you force the thoughts to stop, the feelings will not. I smell emotion." He continued. Molly sighed, gazing at the being before her. He was a massive man, like the Wolf that had been here. Where had the animal gone? Surely he was not... "I'm afraid so, dear lady. I am a werewolf." Molly gasped at the utterance of this fact, faced with a being that only came to life behind the closed eyelids of slumbering children to torment their resting hours. He was about six feet tall, lean and muscular. His face was angular, like a wolf's... His eyes were still the color of honey, dripping sweet and sticky in front of a sunbeam so that it glowed like amber fire. His hair was black, wavy tendrils of it flowing to his chin, which was partially covered by a courser matte of the same color.
"Thank you..." Molly started quietly. The man smiled, his sharp teeth glinting in the pale moonlight.
"Thank you." He replied. He came out from under the pine, crawling slowly to where Molly still sat, one leg tucked beneath her and the other sprawled uselessly in front of her. She winced only slightly as she watched the man hold out a hand and change... His hand became a paw from which deadly claws grew. The transformation stopped there, however, and he used the claws to tear through the jean material that was clotting to her leg in her own blood. His hand went back to normal as he pressed his fingers gently around the wound. His hands were soft, and tender. Molly found herself unnervingly happy from his touch. Was this what it was like to be petted?
"Less painful." The man said, frowning into the deep bites on her shin and calf.
Molly looked at him, confused.
"What is?" She queried.
"Being petted." He replied softly. A shiver ran the length of Molly's spine.
"What is your name?" She asked softly, putting a hand lightly on his forearm. He smiled sadly at the gesture.
"I am Leland." He said softly, gazing in wonder at the delicate hand grasped around his arm. "No human girl has ever been kind enough to touch me when they know what I am." He whispered. Molly looked into his sad soft eyes and let a tear trickle down her own cheek. He was positively captivating. She reached out, hesitantly, and then placed her hands against his cheek warmly. She felt the damp rivulets of tears slide into her palm.
