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A woman raced through the thinning brambles of the deep forest toward the hidden and remote clearing at its heart. The young woman wore nothing but a giddy, mischievous smile. No one would find her here, and this was not the first time letting her bush out in the bush, but it still felt thrilling to do, because she knew no other people did.

Her name is Rosemary, though she favored simply Rose. Like a rose, she grew when she was in the wilds, and was equal parts beautiful and painful to try and pluck. Her skin is a pale rosen hue and her erect nipples pale red. Her hair was a mix of earthen brown and red- the color of cherry oak wood. Over her nethers it formed an arrow shaped bramble pointing to her own clearing. On her head, the hair was violently wavy and wild, cascading down around her shoulders and occasionally tickling her nipples as she ran though the woods with unusual ease. She was fleet footed, making little noise and much haste- weaving about low branches and tree trunks as only one with experience could do. She breathlessly reached the middle of the clearing with a goofy grin still on her face. The grass here was starting to turn yellow with the seasons and as tall as the bottom of her rib cage. The grass tickled her body as she waded through it, and the golden afternoon sun heated her pert, modest C cup breasts. To rival the very sun, her eyes turned to the sky past lazy lids. A brilliant mix of orange, yellow, and brown- her eyes were a rare autumn gold in color, and glimmered as precious gems when she smiled.

She woke slowly, one sense at a time, not fully remembering falling asleep in the warm sun. As per usual she had done a lot of rolling and squirming around in her sleep and had flattened a good sized clearing of grass around her to make a bed of it. The sky was ablaze with bright orange in contrast of white speckled indigo as the day faded to night. The air was chill, perking her nipples and tickling her nose. Her hair spread from her head like rays from the sun, woven across the ground from her sleepy tumbling. He liked her the most just like this. Sleep tumbled hair and lazy eyes, full of mysterious fire but also the vulnerability of confusion of just waking. How could one resist such a delicate, unmarred body exposed for all to see? Rose looked around with a cocked brow, now knowing it wasn't the rustling of the breeze in the sea of grass that woke her- there was something else moving in the grass.

She could not see him, nor could he see her, but he knew when her eyes locked in his direction and acknowledged it with a quite bark of curiosity. A very large wolf of charcoal colored fur, nearly black at the ends but pale grey at the base. She knew him very well- Baldwin lived here before Rose and welcomed her in. His name was German for bold friend, and he lived up to it. He approached her slowly as she turned onto her side. As soon as he was fully visible from out of the grass her golden eyes peered into his moss green eye. With gems like those in her face how could you not get lost in the well of emotions that is her eyes? Though staring into them taught her a valuable first lesson- the eyes speak when the person does not. He was only ever really verbal when hunting, and was calm and reserved most of the time. The only way to talk to Baldwin like this was with her eyes. It was affection and the hint of the fires of lust that she found in his eye, though the glint of red from out of the sheath between his legs made it obvious regardless. It was sweet how he tried his best to only show one side of his face to her, knowing what the other looked like. A gaping hole replaced his other eye, with a deep scar down his face permanently exposing several teeth on top and bottom from the cleft in his lips. She liked him so much as a friend she wasn't sure how to handle any sort of sexual encounter with her gentle beast, though they had mated once before, some time ago to no ill effect.

His red rocket emerged slowly from the fuzzy sheath as Baldwin was not one to rush anything. His keen nose brought him to nudge open Rose's legs and put her more on her back. She had been sleeping face down so the reddened lines on her thighs and soft breasts marked where the grass blades were pressed. His cold nose breathed hot air, tickling her nether lips. He let out his big tongue and gently licked her outer labia before pressing harder with each lick, parting them and pushing deeper to lap at her juices. Normally her clit was hidden away totally but exposed itself quickly enough when aroused. Baldwin knew to be ginger with it, only grazing it with his tongue occasionally at first. Rose mussed up the fur on the top of his head as he worked at her pleasure pot, occasionally scritching behind his ears. He was an old wolf without a pack- Baldwin knew to appreciate company and the simple things like a pat on the head. Rose didn't know what brought this on out of the blue, so she was largely reserved, seeing what he did first. She could see the brightly glowing tip of a crescent moon behind him, just barely starting to appear over the trees. The wind on her exposed belly and chest started to tickle a bit more as her arousal upped her sensitivity, and rows of little bug-bite like bumps appeared on her. Her now moist mound plushed up even more with want, turning a deeper red, and then almost bruised shade. Her clit pulled in and the base of the vagina puffed up around it, making it more three-sided. The lips on her mouth started to change pigment as well matching her pussy, going from ruby to bruised and finally a glossy pitch black. She could just start to smell his musk as her nose became more keen. She couldn't take the teasing of his tongue any more and needed something in her! His cock was fully erect and twitching rhythmically already so she didn't know why he wasn't getting on with it. She pulled up away from him and quickly turned over onto her hands and knees. With her weight pressing her palms into the grass, the flesh started to puff up from the stimulation and darken. She scrunched up her fingers and toes at the feeling as he put his nose under her and pushed up into her mound. Even if she wanted to uncurl them though, they won't be able to fully. The digits fatten up as her nails pull narrower and more dense, though stay the same length.

Finally he was done savoring Rose and finally grabbed her around the hips and pulled himself up onto her, over her lengthening tail bone. The dying light of day was gone now so the only light remaining to glimmer off her eyes was the radiant moon. She let out a bit of a whimper as Baldwin thrust into her rather suddenly, before assuming a slow rhythm. The bumps on her underside now a full slew of nipples, and her hands and feet more paw-like than hands! Her arms changing seemed like much less of a change than her legs. Her knees left the ground even though her body remained the same distance from the ground. From thigh to knee widened and shortened while ankle to toe length extended greatly. The hair above her triangular canine vagina seemed to creep out, consuming her underside and wrapping its way around like a wildfire. The hair on her head seemed to shift and pull into her, creating fur wherever the hair broke off from her head to join the body instead. Her modest breasts diminished, which always made her chest feel momentarily cold, before the fur caught up. She was a small woman but gained a good bit of size when this happened, causing her to match Baldwin's impressive size- which was necessary because there was no humanly possible way for her human self to take his knot. He playfully nipped her ear tips as they started to grow into points to encourage them. She groaned and whined now though as a pressure started in the sides of her face, working from within her bones. Rosemary hated this part of the transformation! Baldwin turned whines to gasps and started to thrust into her more rigorously to derail her thoughts from it. Her ears pulled back a bit and up as her skull narrowed and stretched. Teeth became fangs, tongue broadened and thinned. Her black lips parted in a long, deep growl as the fur caught up to her changing face. The end of her nose turned cold and black as her face finally finished changing, and as if to be a counterbalance, her tail finished at the same time. Her wondrous golden eyes looked haunting on a wolf, and her fur was wild and still cherry oak in coloration, making her quite a sight. Long strands of their mingled fluids dropped from their sex as the only sounds either made now were matching grunts, playful growls, and occasional yelps. Even as a fellow wolf, she couldn't understand wolves. She could make educated assumptions of their language but she never knows for certain. The eyes never change though- all animals have eyes, and they all speak. Now Baldwin's musk filled her keen canine nose. The sound of night itself, and the flavor of moonlight like the taste of snow! The base of his cock was pulsing powerfully, engorging as he was reaching his limit. She tried to play it off, but she already had one small orgasm just getting here. She knew she would still orgasm with him- if not from the sensation of the moment, then from being stretched around his tremendous knot! His head was beside hers, he whispered his hot breath in the night air beside her ears which each thrust. His body covered and warmed hers, and her entire lower body numbed by the hot tingly pleasure of her engorged pussy hungering for more! It was so stiff, so huge! His knot swelled to its max and they both climaxed with two long howls, in perfect harmony. Out of breath, and overtaken with warm comforting feelings, they both passed out, tied together.

Rosemary woke, having to shield her eyes from the mid day sun. A shadow overtook her as an older man offered down a neatly folded stack of clothing for her, and took a knee beside her. He was around seven feet tall, so even kneeling he made her look like a large doll in comparison. His hair and bristly beard had once been black but had long ago faded to grey. He rubbed his beard as he looked down at her in deep thought, his finger coming to rest momentarily in the cleft in his face. Brutal enough to expose two small spots of bone on his jaws and several teeth, the scar cleft his flesh deeply, ending in an empty eye socket laid bare for the world to be sickened by.

Rose didn't mind it though, she enjoyed her alpha's face. "Why so somber, Baldwin?" She slowly got dressed.

He spoke in a voice so deep you could feel the reverberance in your chest, and a thick German accent. "All hallows eve is soon, and slayers are coming to prepare the event, holding a hunt."

Not all werewolves were feral, but good luck convincing the general public of that. Nearly indestructible except an extreme weakness to silver, those with the curse could transform at will, and only turned unwillingly when they lost control of their emotions or went mad- an effect amplified by the lunar cycle. Rose found Baldwin by accident, but he had been cursed for so long he knew how to identify her as one of them by scent. He taught her to control it, embrace it and yes, even dare to have fun with it. She had been consumed by hate and fear of the one who killed her parents. She tried to stab it to death herself before it fled the scene but as the knife was not silver, it had no effect. She must have gotten some of its blood in her mouth in her struggle, and now she is forever cursed too. The scar that cleaves Baldwin's face marks the near death encounter with the one who cursed him. Any wounds he gets regenerate nearly instantly, and without scar...but that one was received before the curse set in. He lived long enough with it to know better than to hate the one who bit him. It was either consumed by its emotions or had let go, and become feral with madness. That isn't something to hate- its something to pity.

He placed a huge hand on her shoulder. "We part ways here, pup."

"W-what?! Why?"

"If you mess up and get yourself caught I don't want to suffer from your mistake, and I couldn't live with myself if you died because of mine. Less chance of them finding either of us if we split up and just leave this place."

"But-!"

"I taught you all you need to know. You are a strong woman now. When you came to me, you were cowering child. You know how to live your own life now- so do it!" He stood up straight and turned his back to her slowly. "I always was more of a lone wolf anyway."

"...Do you really think its better this way? Do you think I will ever find someone else to...share myself with?"

He chuckled softly. "Finding is not the issue. Deciding who is worthy is more difficult, I think." He smiled over his shoulder at her, a sad but hopeful glimmer in his one moss green eye. "And if our paths cross again, I better not find you settling for any less."

Rose just smiled and nodded, as she and her old mentor parted ways. Love would be in her future for sure, but now that her teacher finished his lessons on what she truly is- it was time for her to define who she is!