The reporter and his camera man stood just outside the yellow crime scene tape encircling the grassy clearing. Police and members of the forensic team roamed it and the surrounding woods searching for clues to the missing girl's whereabouts. Numbered cones and multi colored flags dotted the area near the center of the clearing. The reporter reviewed his notes when the camera man signaled him it was time to go on the air. He straightened his hair and looked into the lens as the camera man counted down on his fingers then pointed to the newsman...
Twelve hours earlier...
The forest was alive that night as Liz lay naked in the soft grass of the clearing. Crickets chirped, frogs peeped and the occasional hoot of an owl could be heard but the close set trees seemed to muffle the sounds. A slight breeze rustled the branches high above while Liz gazed at the full moon stalking across the autumn sky, hoping tonight would be the night her fantasy would come true. A fantasy that if realized could mean the end of her life. She had often dreamed of encounters with mythical creatures such as elves, fairies and the like but to meet a true lycanthrope had captivated her imagination for as long as she could remember. And now in her early twenties the fantasy has taken on a new twist with her hope of a sexual encounter.
Her nipples stood erect on her amble breasts but was it the cool night air making them so agonizingly hard or the anticipation of a possible sexual encounter with a werewolf. Liz's hands caressed the soft flesh of her C cup boobs, making her tremble. She moved her right hand down to another area that needed attention, her aching clit. A quiet gasp escaped her lips at the first light touch of her throbbing bud as the warm wetness seeped from her damp sex. Liz could smell her own arousal so she knew her mythical lover would have no trouble finding her in the clearing if he truly existed. Her pale skin and russet hair glowed in the moon light, making her stand out from the subdued back ground like a candle in a dark room. Her middle finger parted her wet folds and sank into her fiery hole. Liz needed him to find her soon or she'd go crazy with desire.
A distant howl made her freeze. Its subtle undulations were like music to her ears. Her heart began to race as the seconds turned to minutes. She strained to hear the faintest sound but only the scraping of branches could be heard, the other nocturnal creatures had gone silent. Adrenaline coursed through her veins as the excitement and fear grew within her. Liz scanned the tree line searching for the predator that prowled the forest but all she could see was blackness. A twig snapped to her right and Liz turned toward the sound, her heart pounding in her ears. Her mind began drawing images of the creature she knew was just beyond her sight, terror and lust filling her very core. Liz didn't know if she'd be the next meal of a savage beast or its mate. How could she know? Werewolves didn't really exist, they were just monsters of legend and myth brought to life in books and movies but Liz wanted to believe otherwise.
She could see a light, no two lights dimly glowing in the blackness, set close together. Eyes watched her from just within the trees, hovering a foot or two off the ground.