AN: The characters Lauren, and Piper are copyrighted characters. These characters belong to a series we've been writing for ten years. The devices, Lauren and Piper's dimension, the idea of dimension switching through devices is also from the series. Please note that Lauren and Piper are not allowed to be copied in anyone's work or their world. If you would like more information please pm kittcoe339 or macabrekitten333. This story is co-authored by kittcoe339 and macabrekitten333.
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Moonlight bathed his Ferrell body, covered with matted grey fur, his eyes gleaming with blood lust and fangs bared. He thrashed and growled, howling mournfully every once in a while. His security blanket of friends all unable to distract him now. Rage consumed the creature of the night and he let a bashful gurgle rip through his throat. He rushed through the pathway of the abandoned thicket of tree's, the dirt beneath his paws creating a cloud of dust around him. He needed them. He needed them by his side like always, but they weren't there and they never would be again. The air was chilly, a melancholy vibe in the wind.
The immediate aroma of flesh wavered into the nostrils of his protruding snout. His mouth began to water and his eyes grew wide. He darted down the path, his need for human meat overpowering his sorrows. He needed it like he needed air to breath. He made his way to the end of the path and spotted a feminine figure in the darkness. Before he could reach her, to sink his teeth into her, ripping her to pieces as he devoured her as a meal, she was gone. His eyes narrowed and he released a snarl of aggravation. His ears detected the snap of a twig behind him. He turned swiftly to see the intruder, his breakfast, but just as she had vanished before, she repeated the disappearing act.
The game of cat and mouse seemed to go on for an eternity, only ending when the sun peaked it's large head from beneath the horizon. The werewolf's bones began molding into that of a fragile young man once more, his brunette mop of hair shaggy; skin pale and scarred. He was suffering a terrible migraine and he had to force his heavy eyelids open to see the girl standing above him. She was tall and slender; her body toned and athletic. Her light brunette hair straight and nearly reaching her elbows. Her blue eyes were made to look more vivid due to the heavy black mascara painted on her lashes. She was dressed in all black, from head to toe.
Remus finally found the will to speak weakly, "Piper?"
She stared down at him, throwing a cloak over his naked body that was shivering from the chilly morning air. She spoke in her usual monotone voice. "We need to talk."
"W-What's going on?" Remus managed, his heart thudding. Seeing a dear friend, despite their past quarrels, was soothing like dove chocolate, reading by the fire with a nice cup of chamomile tea, or a summer rain. "Why are you here? Is Lauren with you?"
"She's back at the agent school helping Harlow and Jacob with some identification charts. I'm here because, I have some letters." Piper answered, her tone void of all warmth. It was so serious and on edge. It made a chill run down his spine. "Where do you live now? We should probably get you inside."
Remus hesitantly stood, his knee's weak. "What letters?"
"We'll read them once we get you inside." Piper sighed, clearly not in the mood to explain right away. "They're from Kailyn and Leslie."
Remus stared at her, dumbfounded. His mouth was dry. How could this be possible? They had been obliviated. "But-"
"I know." Piper replied stiffly, leading him out of the forest.
"How-" Remus pressed.
Piper exalted a sigh. "No fucking idea."