Forest Love.
Paul- Phase one
Shit! Paul hurried towards the forest as he heard the deep throaty howl beckoning him to his duty. He sighed and then increased his speed as the prolonged howl rung with urgency. It couldn't be anything serious, it never was nowadays- the pack were getting bored and restless patrolling the reservation with nothing else to do. The most that caused even a slight stir now was the continuous trend of the imprint working its way through the group. Paul spat on the ground, like that wasn't a problem of its own.
It wasn't that he didn't like what he was or that he wished to be normal, it was anything but that. Frankly, when he walked around town seeing the oblivious faces, ignorant to the real world hiding right under their noses, it gave him a deep satisfaction. It pleased him that he lived in the real world that most only saw in the movies.
Paul's life was full of perks as part of his real job but the pretence of living through the bullshit to keep the chins from wagging really worked him up. He shook his head, shaking away the anger that had already started coursing through his veins, clearing his head before entering the forest and phasing.
A smirk crept up on to his lips as the power surged through him when he turned in to what he really was. A deep guttural growl erupted from his mouth, sounding from deep in his throat as he purred in appreciation. Being human was never his true form, he didn't feel the attachment to it like he did with his alternate existence. The smell, the taste, the touch... Everything was different. A good difference. The absolute ultimate experience selectively chosen for him and his brothers. Why? Because Paul was a werewolf...