A/N: Welcome to my second adopted story. It was originally written by oOoXTheLikelySuspectXoOo. She wrote the first two chapters and I fell in love with it. I don't even like werewolves, usually. Since there were only 2 chapters I am posting them here. I did make some changes to them in order to set-up the story the way I imagine it. The differences are minor, but if you want to read the original, it's "Into The Moon Light" by oOoXTheLikelySuspectXoOo. Enjoy

Aria stared hungrily at the full moon. She could already feel her body changing, contorting to fit the monthly state she was required to meet. A thick moan ripped from her chest as she felt her skin tightening. It was pain and pleasure in an extremely powerful mix.

She began to pant and let out short breaths as she bent back, arching her chest towards the cratered circle in the sky. With one more teeth clenching, toe curling, mind numbing rip it had happened. She looked down into the moonlit creek to which she had scampered.

She was no longer the well-endowed, dark haired teenager she had been only moments before. She was now a silver, hauntingly beautiful, wolf. Her amber eyes peered back at her and she motioned her snout towards the luminous beauty above her, letting out an ear-splitting bellow.

It was mere seconds before Jason was at her side. His brown/blond shaggy fur mussed around him and even in wolf form his green eyes were still the most beautiful things she had ever seen. They nipped playfully at each other's neck before bounding off into the thick brush.

Across town

Ezra Fitz slammed down 2 twenties, more than covering the 5 scotches he had knocked back. He was barely drunk, but he had no time. He could already feel the changes pulling him away. He wouldn't hurt someone on purpose, but if he were around any of these bar flies when he transitioned, it would happen. As he trudged out he glanced down at his aching arm, realizing as he saw the claws beginning to push out from his nails, it was happening NOW.

He jogged away into the thick forests behind the bar. As he tore his clothes off, finding no release from the fire inside him, he began to scrape his nails and push his fingers harshly against his skin. This was the worst part; when it wouldn't happen fast enough, and he was left with the maddening feeling of tight skin and swelling muscles, it raged him out of his mind. This was the reason he tried to drink himself into a coma every full moon, why he cursed his father every day of his life, why he could never find happiness.

Deeper in the forest

Aria ran through the woods, blood still on her teeth from the rabbit she and Jason had just devoured. She let out a wolfly chortle as she noticed Jason was behind her. Keep up! She thought to him. You're just faster because you're younger! He shot back. She smiled internally. She was a good mile in front of him and would have made it further if she hadn't pulled up mid stride. She slowed, even moving slightly behind a tree as she took in the scene in front of her. A naked man was crumpled in the meadow before her. She was so deep into the thick woods she was surprised he had even found his way here. It became obvious why he had though.

Scream after scream ripped from the man's throat. He arched every point of his body up towards the moon. Aria watched in a mix of enthusiasm and astonishment as she watched the strange man morph into a black wolf, much like herself only much bigger. The wolf bowed his head into the soft, cool grass.

Even though it only felt like seconds it must have been much longer because Jason was suddenly at her side. Leave him, he's not part of our pack.

Aria looked up at him. I think he's lost. We should help him.

No, Aria.

She clenched her teeth. As demeaning as it was and as much as she truly hated it, when they were in wolf form Jason's word was law. That was a law amongst all wolves. They were mates, and Jason was the male. She glared at him and sashayed past him as he gave a final look at the black wolf, still a crumpled lump, and followed her. They ran for hours before falling asleep near the cherry blossom orchard near the ocean side.

Aria's eyes fluttered open as she inhaled the subtle sweet scent of the woods around her. She felt Jason's strong arm over her naked body as she glanced up at the airy, lavender sky. She smiled, looking down at her pale, hairless arms and her wavy, navel length dark brown hair. Jason's arm tightened slightly around her, signaling that he was awake. "You are so beautiful," he whispered against her back, sending shivers along her spine.

"When I'm not a wolf." She smiled sadly.

He propped himself up on his elbow to look at her. "Whenever. When you're a wolf…" he bent down and kissed her bare shoulder. "And when you're a human." She smiled as he picked a small pink petal from her hair. She would have been content to stay here all day, but she had school today, yay, and had to get home.

"Will you help me find my clothes?" Aria laughed. Jason smiled and kissed the tip of her nose helping her up. They had been together so long, nudity no longer bothered them, but Aria still felt slightly shy that somehow someone would see them. When they got to Aria's pile of clothes, Aria's phone alerted her that it was seven a.m., she let out a grunt.

"My car's near the train tracks; I'll come get you when I find my pants." He smiled. Jason bent down and gave her a soft kiss on the neck before jogging off to find the jeep. He got back to her quickly. Sometimes he seemed faster in human form than wolf.

"Y'know, my dad is going to be pissed when he realizes I didn't get home last night," she giggled.

Jason laughed, "He'll live. He knows I can take care of you."

"I think . . ." she laughed, putting her hand on his upper thigh, "That's what he's pissed about." Jason just smirked and pulled up her hand, giving it a gentle kiss as he began driving. Aria put on Jewel's "Absence of Fear", it was a song Aria had always liked and it had been playing in her head when she woke up. She sang along with the haunting, yet hopeful, ballad. "Inside my heart there's an empty room. It's waiting for lightning, it's waiting for you and…I am wanting, I am needing you here, inside the absence of fear." Jason sighed and smiled at his girlfriend.

"Your voice is so much better than hers. You make that song sound like a prayer. How do you get so into it?" Aria hesitated, she didn't really understand it, either. She wasn't waiting for anything. She had her mate, she was happy. But the song had always resonated so deeply in her heart that she could almost feel that emptiness waiting to be filled. She smiled at Jason, lovingly.

"Jewel's voice is beautiful, but her real power is in her words. The imagery is just so vivid, it kind of carries me away." She hoped he wouldn't think too deeply on the lyrics. She'd never been uncomfortable singing it in front of him before, why now?

Aria's house came into view and Jason pulled up to the garage door. "Am I picking you up after school?" He asked as she hopped out.

"Nope. We're getting a new teacher and Hanna heard from a little bird that he's a babe so she's probably going to make all of us pull an all-nighter with her to dissect him." Aria giggled. She came around the front of the jeep to give Jason a deep kiss before running off into her house. "Love, you." She smiled.

"Love you more, Cher." Jason had Cajun roots and threw different words around at times because he knew Aria loved it. He didn't pull away till she was inside the house. "Late night with Jason?" Her father commented, coffee in hand.

"Daddy, nothing happened. You know he makes it better." He knew what she meant. She had gotten the gene from him. "He's really good to me, Daddy. You know that. You've seen how he protects me at pack outings."

Byron shook his head, "I know, Baby. I just don't like seeing you grow up." Aria smirked at him and ran upstairs. Once her door was shut, she stripped from her clothes and dug her phone from her skirt pocket and left it on the vanity table. Aria debated having a shower but decided deodorant and perfume would have to do till later. She raked through her closet and decided on some skinny jeans and her lavender spaghetti strap to the gathered at the waist, then flowed out like a waterfall of sheath. It went well with her moonstone necklace, which was the only thing that would stop her from being an all-out freak over the next couple days.

Another thing about being a werewolf? The libido was a huge pain in the ass. Basically, for about three days after the full moon, you want to fuck anything that moves. Unless you have a moonstone. It's a semiprecious stone that, for whatever reason, can absorb and hold energy. Jason had given it to her after the first time she turned. "Trust me . . ." he had said. "You don't want to be without this."

In her life she had never seen her father wear a moonstone. So, she thought Jason was being melodramatic. Until she left it at Spencer's one day. One day was all it took and thank God that one day had been a Sunday. She had spent all day locked in her room doing everything she could to relieve the endless torment. She was too embarrassed to go to her mother with the problem. She texted Spencer and Spencer dropped the necklace off that evening. Aria asked her mom about her dad's lack of jewelry and Ella smiled. Byron wasn't comfortable wearing any accessories beyond his wedding ring and his watch. So, Ella put small pockets in the waistband of several pairs of Byron's pants. He carried the moonstone in the pocket pressing against his hip.

Aria shook her head at the memory and clasped the stone around her neck. She felt the difference immediately, even though she hadn't even known it had begun. She immediately felt cooler and even a little . . . cleaner. She jammed several things into her bag and grabbed her white sandals, running down the stairs barefoot. "Bye, Mom, Dad . . . where's Mike?" She noticed her little brother's absence immediately. Ella and Byron looked at each other and she knew.

"No . . ." Aria whispered. They nodded. It had happened, he had turned. Not that she particularly liked her brother, but she did love him, and she didn't want that burden on him. But what was done was done. "He upstairs?" she asked.

Ella nodded, "We're gonna keep him home a few days, it's . . . harder for boys."

"Well, at least he has a pierced ear. I can grab him a moonstone earring before school if you want." Aria remembered having to all but sedate Jason to get him a piercing. Up until that moment he had worn this gaudy wrist-bandish monstrosity. "You look like a wanna be Back Street Boy." She had said, convincing him to toss it.

Byron got 2 fifties from his wallet and passed them to her. "You can use the change to get yourself something, too."

"Thanks, Daddy, love you both." She pecked each of their cheeks and left. Aria noticed she had a while before school started and grabbed a coffee from the Starbucks drive-thru before driving to Bon Dieu Divinities, the freaky occult store several blocks from the school.

"Maddie, pop the bubbly, there's a new howler in our midst." She smiled at the woman behind the counter. Madeleine Romelus was a fifty-year-old practitioner of Vodun as well as the daughter of a prominent werewolf but somehow, she had missed the gene, but she had serviced the community for years.

She smirked, "Poor baby. What he need?" She had a thick Haitian accent which, to all of the small-minded Rosewoodies, made her even less credible. Aria often felt bad for the family friend.

"I need a moonstone earring for him but make it cheap because I want some stuff too, and I only have a $100." Maddie smiled and looked into the display case. Maddie had every color of moonstone, white, gold, peach, gray, and black. She also had variations, stones that looked almost pink, amber, blue, etc. They were all so beautiful and, like most Wolves, Aria was drawn to them.

"Cheapest one I have is forty dollars." She pulled out a medium-sized gray square stud. Most moonstone jewelry that people buy use stones with a lot of occlusions, imperfections and fractures within the stone. They are way cheaper, and they look pretty, for sure, but to contain the amount of energy required, their moonstones needed to be closer to transparent. Some lykoi still used the less expensive stones, but it was usually in the form of a belt or necklace with stones all around. Aria didn't think Mike would appreciate accessories like that.

Aria smiled, "Perfect. I'm going to look around really quick." She twirled the stud in her fingers as she looked around. Suddenly something caught her eye. But it wasn't jewelry, or candles, or anointing oils. It was the man from the woods.

This story is going to be so much fun to write. I hope you liked the first chapter. Feel free to let me know if you have any questions or want to know any of my sources for research. I will be as accurate as I can be in terms of established lore and terminology. Corrections are welcome, ideas and suggestions are as well. Please review, blessings to all.