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It felt good to run. No, it felt invigorating.

Amanda ran as far as she could, deeper into a large wooded area at the edge of the neighborhood where she lived. It was a thick expanse of trees and brush and other plant life. More importantly, it was uninhabited, save for the small critters she could smell all around her. The werewolf needed to run, and so Amanda brought it here, so it could run freely and revel in being unleashed for the first time in a long time.

Every muscle in her body coursed with life, and drowned in intense pleasure after being denied for so long. The full moon, meant to burn against her skin, was a welcome warmth that enveloped her frame as she reveled in the thrill of running like the wolf.

"AAAaaaarrrrroooOOOOOO!"

Amanda howled in joy. It was an unending freedom from a human prison that she and her mate - what was his name? - had shackled her in. Every pore in her body, each of them fully sprouted with fur, ached in relief at being transformed. The werewolf inside her was happy.

She feasted on small, furry creatures whose names she couldn't place. One with big ears and a bushy tail? Her mind was too overcome with the beast's instincts that she didn't care what it was. It tasted good as she sank her large, powerful jaws onto its small, defenseless frame. Blood spilled all over her snout and dripped all over her fur as flesh was torn limb from limb. An intense sweetness filled her mouth as she tasted raw animal. It was violent and dark and forbidden and she loved it. It thrilled her to her very core, making her more eager to unleash her immense power onto more prey.

It was agonizing not to howl with each catch, but she found the self-restraint to remain quiet so as not to scare the rest of her dinner away. It was a human instinct she didn't have during those first few changes. Now, Amanda was more aware of herself during the full moon as she became more familiar with the beast.

She was...adjusting. Adapting. Accepting. And as the thought that Amanda could come to embrace the werewolf crossed her mind, she found that it didn't repulse her as it used to.

Why did she restrain herself at all? Her mind focused on the repulsive box her human self was connected to every other day for the last - how many months? The werewolf couldn't count. All it knew was that it sapped its strength, keeping it weakened and at bay, almost taunting it as the full moon burned at it to change. It was denied that pleasure, and every full moon, it threw itself at the inside walls of Amanda's body, filling her with intense agony and longing and making her regret that she would ever shackle the beast, refusing it the freedom of the wild.

It was so hungry that Amanda would fill her stomach with the intense bounty of the forest until the moon started to dip from its highest point in the sky. Time passed quickly as she perfected her hunt with every kill. She could control what she was but her hungers would not be left unfulfilled any longer. What her control gave her was the self-awareness as a human to see what the werewolf was doing. Killing and feasting on lower prey to satisfy an almost insatiable appetite. Maybe even feel a tinge of regret as she smelled their fear in the moments before their death. But it was that, or take on larger flesh. A two-legged animal, perhaps. A human. Her mate.

She ran from him in those first moments after she changed. She would never allow him to be harmed by the werewolf, but it was strong and needed to feed, so she fled before it could overpower her mind with unbearable hungers that would tear her love apart. She ran to save - what was his name?

Her human mind was so weakened by the werewolf that words were too sophisticated for the beast. Nothing but smells and images and sounds.

"Aaahhhh...maaaaaaa...nuhhhh...daaaaah..."

She struggled to utter an approximation of human sounds that came together to resemble her name. It was her name, a word she was most familiar with. At the moment, the only word she was familiar with. What she had tried to utter to her mate before she fled had been forgotten in the euphoria of running into the wild. That she had forgotten what her mate was called frustrated her more and more with each attempt at recalling it.

Only images of her mate flooded her mind in the moments between hunting for food. A gentle face but a determined demeanor. A companion despite her curse. Most importantly, a capable mate...for a human.

Amanda would imagine him speaking to her, but the words he uttered were a different language now. She hardly recognized what her mate said. What was his name!?

Frustration would only melt when she thought of how he would embrace her, that first full moon when she was fully restrained. An animal in all but skin, he loved and mated with her nonetheless. And even when he was terrified by what she was, he satisfied her urged by how hard he was inside of her. He made her howl. And in that moment when Amanda imagined him pleasuring her again, her animal became aroused.

Amanda licked her snout of the last traces of her last kill, but found her beast being filled with a more intense heat. As her thoughts dwelled on her mate, her instincts turned excited. A discomforting heat, not brought out by the moon but by passion, swept her body.

She moaned in a fit of confusion, pacing about on all fours, circling herself and eyeing her surroundings for something to satisfy her new hunger.

Her claws dug into the bark of a thick and sturdy tree as she lifted her heavy, powerful frame off a posture of four limbs. She leaned against the coarse, almost biting surface of the bark of the tree, brushing it against her werewolf body as she stood upright. It dug into her fur and bruised her skin, but it provided just enough stimulation for her erect teats at the tips of her furry breasts.

"Aaaarrrrrrrgggggghhh!"

She rubbed her body up and down the tree, adjusting herself so that the bark would make contact with her wetness between her legs. Fully transformed, her limbs would not reach down there, whatever it was called, and she could not be near her mate for fear that she would hurt him, so the rough surface of the tree would have to be enough to pleasure her.

Her werewolf instincts followed her human desires, and it searched for and found another tree nearby, where a thick enough branch would angle toward her and away so she could sit on it while making more contact with her insides. Amanda licked her lips one more time as her furred sex ground against its sturdy bark. She leaned back and shut her eyes tight as she stroked herself with a length of tree, all this time imagining what her mate would do to her if he was more like her. More feral. More animal. More werewolf.

"Jaaaaaa...kubbbbbb..."

She could curse him. She should curse him. They would never have to be apart during the full moon. They could change together, naked and savage as the full moon burned at their inner beasts, unleashing their true hungers and desires. He would thank her, forever grateful to her, for unearthing intense desires he had never before experienced. Desires she never thought possible until she was bitten by another werewolf so many moons ago. Would he not be overjoyed?

Amanda convinced herself that she needed her mate as a werewolf. His body would enjoy hers during all the moments of the full moon, and they would pleasure each other until the sun rose and they were begging for the next change. No more machine! No more being shackled and held at bay! Her werewolf was meant to run free, and she was determined to make a werewolf out of her mate.

"Jeeeeee...kuuuuu...buhhh! AaaaarrrrrooooOOOO!

Against the light of the full moon, the bark of the tree underneath Amanda turned dark from the moisture her furry sex released. She howled deeply and unrelentingly until she was out of breath, completely sated for the first time since changing. So much that she collapsed onto her side on the ground, her tongue lolling out of her snout while she gasped for air. The werewolf was pleased, so pleased that it needed to rest.

Amanda drifted into such a deep sleep that her next waking moment came as bits of blue brightened a still dark sky. The full moon, she sensed, was dipping beneath the horizon. The air was growing colder as her skin felt abandoned by the warmth of the moon. The werewolf, sleeping for what was more than a third of the night, was already retreating into her body.

It was painful.

Her muscles softened and her bones became smaller, causing her frame to shrink. Fur slinked into her body or fell away from her skin with the gentle but biting cold of the early morning breeze. She crawled on her hands and knees, but found less purchase against the earth as her claws retracted into fingernails. All she knew was she had to get home, but was too far away to get there without her powerful werewolf limbs to take her.

She wanted to howl in pain, partly to enjoy the last bits of the animal before it withdrew back into her blood, but only human sounds filled the air of the forest around her. She sat up, howling mournfully to the sky up above, and when she did, the last bits of fur disappeared from her body. She was hairless and frail once again. Just an ordinary human, until the next time the werewolf was unleashed.

Amanda collapsed onto the ground. Fully awake, she had no desire to sit up or move. She felt weak and drained. Had she just a few more minutes of the werewolf's strength, she could have made her way home. But she was left to regret the absence of the animal.

And even as she looked at the ground, with her face half buried in the dirt, another sensation washed over her. The regret began to fade away. The hungers that she had been meaning to satisfy for so many moons - months - were gone, at least for now. They were fully sated. In fact, a wave of contentment swept her body, now that she had experienced the werewolf for the first time in a long time.

Amanda's werewolf needed to be unleashed, but now that it had been, her humanity was strong enough to wrest control away from the animal. She was...herself again. She didn't need the beast.

At least for a time. No doubt the werewolf would fill her body once again, its cravings growing stronger until they were no longer controllable, until she had to feed again. She could imagine herself going back to the dialysis machine, to Jacob, to that human life she so desperately wanted when she was first afflicted with lycanthropy, but how long would she remain content before she would find another way to unplug herself without him knowing?

All Amanda knew was that she couldn't live like this. Not forever.

She sat up on the forest floor and remained motionless. Even as Jacob called out to her in the early bits of morning. Even as he found her and wrapped a blanket around her like some disaster survivor. But when he knelt down and embraced her, all of the tears came out.

"It's okay," he whispered, "It's okay."

But nothing was okay. She cried softly for a moment, then wept openly, then bawled uncontrollably until she passed out from the immense anguish, and the unending fear of the next full moon.