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She is running again. This time from something.

She hates to admit it, and would deny it out loud, but staying with the older woman for the amount of time she did was oddly comforting. She lost count of the many homes who had invited her in, to which she always declined. But for the first time in over twenty years, she actually felt that she could belong. And there were no questions asked, no ridicule or mockery, or even a single fake smile. Just acceptance. Not to mention that man.

Logan. It was obvious that Adonia was almost immediately attracted to him, regardless of all his male bravado. In fact, if she were honest, this only made him more irresistible. And that is why she found herself running.

She ran because she was frightened (another truth she would deny). Her curiosity for the male feral was growing rapidly, and it was nearing the point where she feared she would no longer be able to hide the strong pull she felt. It didn't help that Logan had no intentions of covering up his interest in her. She could smell it. She could see it. This drove the animal within to hysterics.

It especially didn't help when Adonia felt the first cramp deep in her belly that morning. Her muscles were stiff and the base of her spine burned with a tingling sensation. She knew it was only a matter of hours before her animal traits would slip into a powerful heat, and she had to get out of there before Logan could smell it. Before she ended up doing something really stupid.

The canine and the woman, two very opposite species and personalities, living together as one whole entity within her, agree aggressively on one thing. Sex only complicates things. Whether it be the overly-emotional baggage of the woman, the yearning for a long-time partnership from the wolf, or the outer influence of a man who have multiple reasons to manipulate a female companion into staying; it all created nothing more than a mess. Adonia had not been intimate with any one in over a decade, and she was more than content with this choice.

Besides, the last time she got down and dirty led to a month-long binge on sex. She couldn't get away from the cravings, so she did nearly anything to satisfy her urges. That would not be happening again. No sex. Ever. And it will remain this way.

So she runs. She runs long into the night until there isn't a single trace of Logan's scent left. The wolf in heat tries to sniff it out, but it's useless. He's gone.

Four days have passed, and her body is relaxed. She no longer aches for that deep plunge. The sickly sweet taste of flesh and sweat.

She had warned off multiple males who followed her scent in hopes of a potential mate. They were almost drugged by her female stink, but they all turned with their tails tucked high after enough fight was given. One stayed and tested his push further. He was insistent and hungry for sex. Adonia sometimes feels there isn't much of a difference in the behaviors of a male human or wolf.

Luckily, she had proven herself more than worthy in a wild fight countless times before. The male that would not give up soon left with a slight limp and probably a haunting memory that may cause a slight hesitance in his future endeavors.

She finds herself drinking her fill from a small creek days later. She had scavenged the half-day old carcass of a young moose late in the night, and bathed her fur coat when the sun rose. Any easy life, she thinks. No need for anything more.

It was only a matter of time before thoughts of the man who was so different, yet eerily similar to herself crept back into her mind. This brought on a feeling she had been successfully fighting for most of her life. She felt lonely.

Upon finding a meadow, crowded with long, yellow grass peaking out from the slowly melting snow, Adonia's body shifted. The black fur receded back into her silky bronzed skin, and her limbs stretched into endless, lean legs. She found a small patch of grass, free of the white shroud, and lay her back down into the moist ground, exposing her naked front to the warming sun and blue skies above.

A long and nearly sad sigh escapes her full lips as she lets her thoughts of the muscular man, her supposed savior, overtake her mind. She not only felt lonely, but lost. What was it about him? Why can't she get him out of her head!

She replays every last memory she has of him in her mind. She thinks back to the conversation they shared on the porch when she opened up to him. She told him everything. No matter how hard she fought, it all just spilled out to him. To Logan – a man who could still be considered a complete stranger. But a man, nonetheless, that even her most primal instincts trusted. That even her animal wanted to get closer to.

She had never, once even, opened up like that to anyone. Not her mother whom she felt abandoned her countless times. Not even Matthew, the man she loved. Or thought she loved. She was beginning to doubt the feelings she experienced so many years ago.

She absently ran her fingers over the raised and battered tissue between her breasts. She wondered if she could ever put it out of her mind. If she could ever heal the scar and move on. If there was maybe another who could make that possible. Make her forget.

Her thoughts soon moved to the older woman who was so selfless and genuine. Gertrude. She was an absolute treasure.

Adonia felt a strange sensation as she remembered catching random trades of a different scent on the woman. Not another human, or even anything living. It was a part of her. Something that surfaced only towards the end of the day when she grew tired, or when she strained her energy too much. The odor was odd, and it worried Adonia. She silently feared for the older woman and for the secrets that she kept. She had a sinking feeling that whatever the scent came from was no good.

A few days later in the nearest town, a young woman steps out the back door of a busy bar. Her bright red hair is half way up, and her eyes look furious.

"I'm taking a damn break, Dan!" the woman turns and shouts at the older man who is propping the door open. "If I don't get a minute, I'll tear her ugly head off!"

"Fine Nic, but you've got twenty minutes. Or I will send your ass home for the night!" the man retorts before closing the door.

"Fucking asshole" the woman mutters. She finds a dry seat on the generator and lights a cigarette while cradling a to-go box in her lap. She opens the lid and starts picking at the thick, greasy fries then pats her stomach. "I have got to stop eating this crap" she says with a disgusted turn of her upper lip.

The woman dunks a fry into the puddle of runny ketchup and plops it into her mouth between drags of her cigarette. She can hear the rowdy drunks inside and the sound of some crappy, overplayed country music in the background. She reminds herself of the hundred plus dollars in her pocket that she has already made in tips for the night. That helps. Just a few more hours until she can go home.

Nicole's calming thoughts are interrupted when a strange feeling washes over her. The feeling of being watched. She lets the cigarette hang from her lips as her eyes dart back and forth, trying to catch any sign of life. The empty lot straight ahead looks deserted, but the lights above her head only illuminate so far, and night is growing darker. The parking lot to her right is quiet. Full of trucks and trailers, but no people. She looks to her left but she can't see around the large, industrial sized dumpsters.

Her movements are slow and nervous as she holds her container of food tightly in both hands and steps lightly on her toes. She leans forward to peer around the steel receptacle. Nothing moves or approaches in the next few moments. She lets out a breath and relaxes, mentally cursing herself for being so paranoid. Until a large form emerges from the darkness of the vacant lot straight ahead.

"Oh Jesus!" Nicole exclaims. She stumbles back against the generator and nearly loses her food as her arms stiffen.

She watches, heart beating rapidly and eyes wide, as a large canine shape moves forward. The animal is obviously cautious, keeping its head low and steps small. Nicole notes that the animal is in fact, a wolf. A very large, dark coated wolf.

She presses closer to the generator, trying hard to catch her breath as the wolf approaches. The edge of the pale light illuminates its face. Its fur is as dark as night and she can see the vibrant gleam in the animals deep blue eyes.

Nicole's fear begins to reside when she can hear a soft whimper. The wolf's eyes remained towards her as it continued near, pausing every other step to let out another quiet whine. She looks down at the food in her hands then back at the animal. Her heart immediately swells.

"Are you hungry, sweetheart?" She slowly crouches to a squat and tosses a french fry. The wolf immediately snatches it from the ground and looks back.

The woman stiffly throws a handful more, careful in her movements so to not startle the animal as it takes the food down in one bite. Again, it looks at her with a look that almost seemed longing.

"Okay," says Nicole, her voice is sweet but shaky as she tears her hamburger in half. The wolf slowly licks its lips as it waits for the food to be thrown its way.

The burger is gone within a few bites and Nicole watches as the animal sits down. Its whole body seems to relax as it lets out an audible sigh until it finally lays on its belly. Its sapphire eyes stay fixed on the woman with red hair.

"I don't really have much left" Nicole states. "And I haven't eaten all day…" She trails off as the canine just simply stares. "Do you mind?"

The wolf snorts and turns its head to the left. Its shoulders slump and she can see the white breath escape from its nose. Her eyes remain on the animal as she slowly takes a bite of her food, waiting for any kind of reaction. There is none, so she eats her fill in silence.

"Nic! Get your ass back in here!" The old man cracks the door open enough for his voice to be heard.

Before Nicole can answer, she sees the wolf standing again, its head held low on its shoulders. A deep and skin tingling growl erupts from its throat as it stares at the sliver of light from the door way.

"I'll be there in a minute!" She shouts back as her eyes remain fixed on the wolf. She hears the door slam closed but the wolf stays, eyes locked to where the man was standing only a second ago. A crooked smile appears on her lips. "I like you." She jokes as she gathers her now empty box of food into her arms and stands.

"Well, I should get back to work." She steps towards the door. The wolf watches for a moment, then without hesitation, sprints back into the darkness until Nicole can no longer hear its padded feet against the crunch of the leftover snow.

Nicole shakes her head as if to rid her thoughts of the last fifteen or so minutes. A surreal happening, she knew. She enters the loud and booming atmosphere of the bar and is immediately swarmed with commands by the patrons. She throws away her trash, washes her hands, and gets back to work with the fakest smile she can pull off.

For three nights in a row, Nicole is greeted by the same wolf in the same fashion. She steps out for her break with a new box of food and within minutes the animal appears. She feeds the wolf half of her plate and makes small talk, as if the creature can understand her. On the third night, she opens up a little more.

"So Evelyn always gets what she wants. She gets the better sections and always gets her orders in first. It's all because of the crappy blonde dye-job she did a couple weeks ago. I just think it makes her look even more like a bimbo than she did before. But I guess the rumor is true. Sex appeal will get you far in life…" she pauses for a moment when she notices the wolf is looking at her sideways. "Oh my god, I'm rambling. I'm so sorry…" then she starts laughing. "Like you can understand me any way!"

The wolf groans and lays down in its usual spot right across from the woman. It watches her with curiosity and Nicole can't help but laugh a little bit more.

"Want to see something really cool?" She asks. "I've never showed anyone this."

Nicole sits back and takes a deep breath, then looks down at the partially eaten chicken-fried steak. She focuses on a piece of the meat that was already cut and raises her hand over the Styrofoam box. A faint humming sound is heard and the wolf stands to its feet. It watches cautiously as the human centers on the food in her lap.

Suddenly, a morsel lifts effortlessly into the air. It hovers about a foot above the plate for just a moment and Nicole watches as the wolf cautiously takes a step back. She smiles a little then twitches her fingers in the direction of the animal. The piece of meat goes flying until finally landing at the wolf's feet.

The dark-haired creature stares at the food momentarily and looks back at the woman. It takes another small step back and groans quietly. The animal seems anxious.

Nicole laughs. "It's nothing to be afraid of, sweetheart! I think you may be a bit more dangerous than a little trick like that!"

The wolf still seems skeptical. It keeps its distance and watches the woman closely.

"Well trust me," she continues. "That was nothing. Watch this."

In the blink of an eye, Nicole vanishes into thin air. The container of food moves as if it were being handled by a visible being from where it had been sitting on the woman's lap and is placed on top of the whirring generator. The sound of footsteps on the cold snow is prominent, and footprints appear in a line towards the animal.

The wolf growls lowly and backs up a few more steps until Nicole appears again only feet away from the animal.

"How cool was that?" She exclaims.

Nicole watches as the animal rears up. She hears bones cracking and the tearing of flesh, and within seconds what was once a wolf was now a very naked woman standing in its place. Nicole stumbles backwards and looses her footing, quickly winding up with her butt on the ground. Muffled gasps get caught in her throat as she cannot believe what just happened before her eyes.

"You thought your little trick was cool?" The nude female grins lopsidedly down at her.

The red-haired woman on the ground tries for any words but is still having a hard time. Finally, in a shaky voice, she mumbles the first thing her mind could muster.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me!"


I'm so sorry it has taken me so long to update! I know it has been forever! But I'm back, and hopefully for good. So many ideas swimming around in this head of mine! Please let me know what you think. Critiques and all that are always appreciated :)