He sat unmoving at the edge of the forest, as he had on nights just like this one for as long as she could remember. The silvery moonlight illuminating his steely smooth coat, his eyes steady and aglow in amber flourescence as if he was studying her, desiring her in return.
Slowly he would rise and patrol the crest of the ravine never truly diverting his gaze from her direction. His stout muscled body revealing dark lines parting his thick coat, scars of battles long since fought signaling his position of dominance among those he could call his own. Those he took for his own as often as he pleased in the open night sky. She would hear the howls, the soulful wails of his pack's desire. The loudest and most penetrating, she knew, came from his life mate. Hearing those cries carried to her through the crisp air, destined for her own ears, would chill her body throughout. She wondered what it must be like to be her, to be by his side, allowing his quiet strength to mesh with her desires of him.
Knowing all too well they were separate creatures, those desires he evoked in her were still hard to reconcile within her tense body. Could such a thing bring about the warm beads of wetnesss she now felt dampening between her? Could she give in to the song, plaintive and freeing, and mate with honesty just as those that called to her in the night's distance?
She touched her nipple and was surprised at its erectness. She glanced down to watch the shadows of the blowing trees coming through her window as they danced across her stomach. Her skin painted ashen by the same radiant moonlight that revealed her magical creature along the ridgeline. She never realized to be of like kind, independently stoic and strong and so beautiful, until now. Did the same lust course through her veins for the one who ran with her? She looked up through her window into the silent distance. He was gone.