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The shewolf raced through the wooded areas of the mountains all night. The wind blowing through her fur excited her pores, stimulating every inch of her body. It was a feeling that she never experienced as a human, and was sure to disappear when the sun rose, so she made sure to run as fast as she could to intensify the sensation. She desired it so much her four legs hardly tired of the work she put them through. The time she spent as a werewolf was so small, so fleeting, that she was going to stretch her transformed body to its limits and enjoy every moment of it.

Amanda spent the full moon killing and feasting on the animals she preyed upon. When her fur was too bloodied, she washed herself in a body of running water at the base of the mountains, then climbed back up to feast again. Cleaning her fur was not something she desired. Being enveloped in the scent of her prey was intoxicating, but it scared away creatures that were to become her next meal. A completely savage werewolf wouldn't have the intellect to strategize for her next feeding, but Amanda's past struggles to retain her humanity had crept into the beast's psyche. She was now more the animal than ever before, and the werewolf benefited from a more plentiful bounty as a result.

With the heat of the full moon burning at her, she never tired, never slowed down. The beast was overpowering, and would do anything to satisfy hungers that would never be quelled until moonset. Track, follow and pounce at its neck, letting its blood spray all over her face as her fangs dug into its flesh. Lick the remains clean and hunt again. Over and over until she was sated, which was never.

Amanda loved it. It had taken awhile for her to come to terms with her lycanthropy, but after so many full moons, so many struggles, she had learned this was the only way to live with the animal inside her. Rather than chain the werewolf against the wall or suppress it with science, she had no choice but to set it free when the time came every month. Otherwise, it would be unenduring pain and longing until the next full moon, when the transformation would be suppressed yet again, adding even more to the frustration. It would never cease, never let up until she finally did unleash her animal. In the three months since she had finally let go, she had learned to embrace the wolf, make it a part of her and welcome it into her life. The price was her humanity, her life in the human world. And most of all, Jacob. A heavy price to live with lycanthropy.

Any regrets she had were washed away by blood. As the bones of a small animal cracked underneath the strain of her powerful jaws, the taste of raw meat filling her mouth filled her with an intense energy she had never experienced before being cursed with the werewolf. Once she swallowed the last bits of her most recent kill, she howled with delight at the moon.

It was a long night and a quick night. Hours of ceaseless joy had given way to that dreaded sunrise. Amanda even tried to run west, further into the mountains to try to follow the moon over the horizon, but a small part of her mind cautioned against straying too far from her human home at the time of the reversion. So she ran back as she began to shrink. Fur would be swept away by the morning breeze as she ran, revealing bare patches of skin that betrayed her humanity. Muscles would grow smaller and less significant, slowing her werewolf pace. Sensations become duller, less pronounced, until she couldn't make out the scents of the woods and mountains around her.

Still, she raced in the direction of her bed as the werewolf retreated, when the most bothersome feeling set in. Fatigue. After a night of hunting and killing, the energy that was coursing through her veins because of the full moon was suddenly not there. She could still see her snout in the middle of her vision, and as she ran, small bits of fur clung to her skin as did some minor wolven features. But Amanda was now more human than animal, a circumstance she found herself hating.

With most of her transformation complete, Amanda slowed to a walk. She was still a mile or so from her property, but fully nude with slightly pointed ears, half-sharpened fingernails and other smaller wolfish aspects that wouldn't go away for at least another hour. By now, she expected to feel some modesty as she had in previous transformations back to her old self. But the more she submitted to her lycanthropy as time went on, the less she cared about social mores in the unlikely event someone would be wandering these parts so early in the morning. So what if someone saw her? She cared not for what they could do to her. Not anymore. She was a werewolf. By now, if Amanda was ashamed of anything, it was that her next change wouldn't be for another month.

She walked upright and barefoot down a rocky path leading down to the house. A cool morning breeze dulled the last bits of werewolf heat wafting from her mostly human body. She craned her neck, releasing all of the tension from the change back to human. A wave of drowsy relief hit her as she approached the back door. After a long sleep, she would get on with the rest of a rather dull month before the next full moon.

The suitcase in the kitchen put all of her plans on hold.

"Jacob?"

He had to have gotten up really early to drive up to their summer home and wait for her, Amanda thought. She looked down at herself, covered in dirt and blood. No doubt her hair was tangled and her eyes partially feral. If Jacob felt any disgust, he hid it very well. What her fading werewolf senses told her was that he was sad, and happy to see her again.

He stood up to kiss her. He wanted to embrace her tighter but she promised to take a shower first. Not because she felt dirty but she knew that she would be more acceptable to him after she cleaned up. The last bits of wilderness washing down the drain felt like her true self leaving her, but all of a sudden the desire to hold Jacob overpowered her. Four months without her husband, who supported her from afar, making sure no one in her old human life was any the wiser about her lycanthropy, without so much as a word between each other. When she had once forgotten all traces of what she once was, she now sorely longed for the one thing that made her happiest.

Their encounter in bed was so...human. Gentle and deliberate, nothing that excited her animal. But the werewolf inside was so tired that it hardly protested. Jacob knew how to pleasure her and she was grateful for any touch. He had every right to be angry at her, and yet all he wanted was to know she was safe and sound. Her legs tangled with his as he cradled her from behind. His hard but softening manhood, spent from their latest bout of lovemaking, grazed her behind in a way that intrigued her. In bed, they had never committed to anything that wasn't vanilla or conventional, but she knew her werewolf wanted to be taken as all animals do. She, nonetheless, resisted the urge to indicate any willingness to experiment. She was just content to have Jacob hold her.

"I missed you," Amanda whispered in his ear. It was very matter-of-fact, no hint of emotion, no connotation that she was willing to do anything to get closer to him. She couldn't give up the life she had created for her werewolf, not for anything. Not even for Jacob. He would have to come to her. She would have to curse him, turn him into a werewolf. Overwhelm him with the beast so they could share every full moon together. He was not willing. Deep down, she sensed how much he valued his humanity. He was wrong. So wrong. She was going to have to make him understand that he would have to accept her beast. If not, she would have to force an understanding.

Amanda pulled the covers off both of them and turned to face Jacob. She grinned at him, making him grin, as she lowered her mouth down to his chest. She kissed him, moving upwards with each kiss until she pecked at his neck, then cheek, then met his lips. Their tongues rolled around as her hand reached down to grasp him, making him hard once again. How much bigger he would be if he were transformed. How much more virile he would become if the full moon unleashed his beast. For now, his size was adequate to suit her desires. It had to be. How long he would stay, or how long she would wait until their next mating, she didn't know.

She guided it between her legs again, stretching her and bringing a second bout of excitement. Her body bobbed up and down on his, rocking the bed beneath them. She was aggressive. As long as she was the only werewolf between them, she was always going to be the dominant partner.

"Stop."

Amanda froze at Jacob's instruction. His hands reached up to pull her down onto the bed so they can change positions. She was startled at the initiative he had shown but didn't complain one bit. She let him take over, resting underneath his heavy body while he created all the movement. His body ground against hers as his manhood explored more of her with each thrust. She gasped each time, moaning in a high pitch that reminded her of her old self, that straight-laced but otherwise delicate woman that waited, almost impatiently at times, for Jacob to take her. With the help of her werewolf, she had learned that she would need to do more of the taking, but at long last, in this moment, she was happy that her mate was willing to take more control.

"Yes!" she cried, "More!" Jacob did as he was told, moving faster and swelling even more as they both approached orgasm. After an unforgettable full moon, Amanda's fatigue was beginning to take over, but she was determined to explode as he did. In her mind, she imagined a hulking werewolf on top of her, bigger than even she was when transformed, hairy and muscular and fully unleashed. As werewolves, she and her mate would be tearing into the sheets underneath them, turning the bedroom around them upside down in a torrent of furious mating brought out by the full moon. Angry and ravenous in equal parts, she and Jacob would grind their furry bodies against each other all night long, howling in delight each time his raw seed mingled with her spunk. And the taste! It would be pure ecstasy for the shewolf she would become.

What a primal mate he would become if she could only turn him. Would it be the next full moon? Would he give himself to her that willingly? She imagined how it could happen as he thrust into her for the final few times. She would have to be caged or restrained, of course, but her lover would have to reach out to her so she could draw blood. On the arm, on the hand, any piece of flesh that she could sink her werewolf fangs into. Then he would turn. He would be scared at first, but the beast would be part of him. She would have to be his guide that first full moon, but she would enjoy the new beast in front of him all night long.

"Arrrrrr! Ohhhhh!"

They came together in a final release. Amanda was about to howl when Jacob collapsed onto her, pinning her chest flat and stealing her breath. It was just as well, as Amanda reminded herself not to scare him with the werewolf. His time would come soon enough. For now, the rush of pleasure hitting her brain from the hot, sticky mess between her legs was a small comfort to her body. It paled in comparison to the pleasures of the werewolf, but it satisfied her enough that she relaxed into a deep sleep.

Another day came and went. They caught up on all the things they hadn't talked about in months, but she barely took any of their conversations to memory. Even as the moon waned and her werewolf grew weaker, she was growing less and less fond of the human trifles around her. Humanity was truly slipping away from her and she found that she didn't care. All that she wanted to do was count the days to the next full moon. The days to when she would make Jacob her werewolf mate.

"Lina's wedding is coming up," Jacob said, "I RSVP'd the both of us."

She remembered Lina. A friend of her sister-in-law, the one that had passed away because of diabetes, the very disease that put into Jacob's head the stupid idea of that machine that was supposed to flush out her lycanthropy. She had been seeing that event planner for some time now, of course they were to be married. She promised Lina they would catch up at the next opportunity. Since her wedding was the next opportunity, she definitely needed to keep up appearances and attend.

"I can still go," she said, "You know I'll stay here, but I'll go to the wedding. It will be good to see everyone."

"It's on the first Sunday next month."

"Okay. I'll come back home the week before, and--"

"The reception is during the full moon."

Amanda nearly dropped her coffee. Almost immediately, she tried to spin some reason that she would relay to the bride that she couldn't attend. The werewolf was that powerful, and that enticing. But her time away from their shared friends was too long, and she was overdue to make an appearance, if only to avoid arousing worry or suspicions. And surfacing at any other time besides the wedding would draw the disapproval of friends and family, something that Jacob guarded with great care.

Jacob reached across the dining table for her hand. "I need you to come home. It doesn't have to be today, but I need you to come home this week. We need to start treatments right aw--'

"I'll get my things," she said instantly. Every word dripped with bitterness and scorn as she turned away from Jacob and rushed down the hallway to collect some belongings she had acquired in their months of separation. She sensed that he wanted to go after her, but she hastily waved him off. She didn't want an argument.

She was sad and angry, partly because he had dropped this bombshell on her after getting his day and a half of lovemaking, but partly because she hadn't nearly paid as much attention to her social circles as she should have. If she had anticipated Lina's wedding sooner, she would have been more emotionally prepared to go back to the dialysis machine. And she didn't care for her friends' concern, not anymore. But their prying into her life was something she couldn't afford. So, of course, she had to go. She had to deny herself the transformation one last time. She had to suppress the werewolf, even though it would fight harder than ever to slip its restraints at a time she needed to restrain herself most.

The drive back home was long and quiet. It irritated Amanda that she would return, almost against her will, to undergo a treatment she so mightily despised. If her werewolf had the chance, she would rip the machine into a thousand pieces to signal her freedom from such vile shackles. But she needed it now more than ever.

"I wish we could talk about this."

"Just do it, Jacob," she said, even helping him connect her to the machine. The more exhausting treatments she endured, the more human she would be. Human. In that moment, she had come to hate that word. She was a werewolf. With the machine, she was to become something she no longer was. But it was for her own good. One full moon without the beast, and they would be past this little bout of bad timing. Then she could turn her attention to Jacob, and cursing him with lycanthropy.

"Just remember that I love you," he said, kissing her on the forehead as he turned the machine on. It began to sap her energy the minute it whirred to life, dulling any pleasant emotions Amanda had for her mate. She choked back a tear, out of Jacob's view, and braced herself for a month of pain, knowing it would all be worth it in the end. When it was all said and done, she would have her mate transforming under the full moon with her.