The Coming storm
Claws slashed though the lined skin only half coved by the rags of what was once , many years ago a nice shirt. Another slash and a scream, a scream with hint of an agonised growl. This was no mere human screaming in the storm, this was a wolf …. A were wolf.
She ran, red robes flowing around her like a flame following its match, her Mahoney locks whipping her face at every opportunity. A flash, a scream, a thud as she fell. A plea in Spanish that her love was safe. She got up again and ran, with all her might , our brave Tonks did.
The rain was heavy as it washed away her tears; she turned and screamed as this inhuman creature faced her. She didn't look afraid for herself, but rather for the inner turmoil of the wolf itself.
"It's ok my love, my Sam. The moon affects us both "
Her hand stretched out to touch the creature, no,not creature, her Remus.
"Mi verdadero amor "
He attacked, she cried and with one deep breath, the sliver entered its heart and all was silent.
She opened her eyes and it was gone, no menace, no thing. All that was in its place was a man, no not a man, her Remus.
Remus with his golden hair and cheeky smile, the Remus that was always there until the moon appeared. The Remus she loved with all her being.
With a single breath she knelt and pressed her lips to his, he saved her and now …. She saved him.