BWOC:Revelations in theMoonlight

Disclaimer: No, they don't belong to me :-(

Note: English isn't my mother-tongue, so don't flame me for my grammar and spelling mistakes, o.k.? On top of this, it's my first fan fic ever, so please tell me what you think and write a review!

When Tommy entered their room in the dorm this evening, he was greeted by a highly exited babbling Merton.

"Tommy, you won't believe what I found out, it's such a great chance for you and I already send a mail to our friends in Lycantria for confirmation and to send me the Ingredients for the ritual and…"

"Merton! What are you talking about? What Ingredients, do you want to cook something or what?"

"No, I'm talking about Lycanamora Tommy!"

Seeing the blank expression on his best friends face he explained "Lycanamora is a very important Werewolf Holyday, the special Full moon of Lycanamora allows young unmated werewolves to get in contact with their inner Wolf and have a Vision of their soul mate!"

"Wow..." was Tommy's wise comment and before he could say something more, there was a knock on the door, quickly followed by Lori's entry.

"Hey guys, what you're talking about, Pleasantville's latest Bad Guy?"

"No, Merton found some Werewolf Valentine Day and wants to cook something "

"Tommy! This is really important, don't you want to know who you're destined to be with?!"

Thatgot Loris attention, although she wasn't interested in Tommy anymore, she still got a huge crush for the wolf. She was secretly determined to get laid down with him, and no one was allowed to interfere, screw destiny!

"Are you sure this isn't dangerous Merton? I mean, this destiny-stuff sounds pretty magical, and I won't like to see Tommy turned to a frog or something..."

"It's not really magic, I just use some incense herbs to help Tommy get in contact with his inner wolf." Merton looked at Tommy "According to the Legends around Lycanamora, your inner wolf can give you answers no one else can, for no one else knows you so well like your wolf."

"But how can my wolf help me to find a girlfriend?"

Merton confessed "I don't know, but I think it's worth a try, for we're not talking about a girlfriend but about your soul mate, someone who will always love you, understand you and accept you as both human and wolf."

Tommy murmured „I need some fresh air" and in a blink of an eye he was out of the room. Lori was dumbstruck, but Merton knew what Tommy meant: he needed to think about this whole thing, and the best way for Tommy to think was to wolf out and ran through the woods.

The Campus was outside of Pleasantville on the verge to the deep woods, and running through them had become quite a habit for Tommy since they where at university.

So when Lori was gone, he just opened the Window. Thankfully the room they shared was on the first floor so Tommy could enter anytime without being seen, even in his wolf form.

Tommy was running through the woods, but he didn't have an eye for his surrounding.

His mind was reeling with what Merton has said. Truth to be told, deep inside Tommy longed for someone he could share every part of his life with. Behind his always smiling face and buddy behaviour he was feeling lonely. His parents lived for their careers, his brother for his TV and Lori just keeps hanging around hoping for a good fight with the newest villain in town.

His only true friend was Merton, without him Tommy would have become desperate long ago.

With those bleary thoughts he reached his favourite place, a lonesome cliff above a little lake, which was far too much out of the way to be known by normal people.

Here he could sit and think, staring into the night, at the moon, without feeling odd. Because there was another thing which was bothering Tommy.

He was used to Werewolf strength and speed, silver allergy and the appetite for everything that once was a chicken, but during the last months he noticed weird changes that were new to him. All his senses seemed to increase; he could hear people talking half across the campus and the mix of colognes and perfumes of his fellow students were driving his nose insane during classes.

Merton tried his best to help him with the new problem; he stopped wearing cologne and taught him relaxing techniques to calm his overreacting senses and Tommy was really appreciating his support.

Nevertheless he couldn't bring himself to tell Merton about the changes that scared him most: his surfacing wolf instincts.

At first, it was just the strange urge to run deep into the woods and doesn't return for hours, then he woke up curled up in a ball under a tree in the early morning and last week he could hardly stop himself from chasing after a deer he had stumbled over.

It was just too embarrassing to tell anyone, even Merton. Although the Goth must have a clue that something was going on, he didn't ask any questions but instead kept the Window open all night whenever Tommy was out, and therefore the Werewolf was more grateful than he could ever tell.