Peter seemed to have little in the way of an anchor, thus, neither did Marcy. He was surprisingly casual about her first 'real' full moon, telling her as long as she stuck close by, she'd be fine. Apparently her bloodlust was not very high on his list of priorities, well, at least not nearly as high as her internet history.

"Why were you looking for a flight to Tokyo?"

Marcy glanced at him from where she was doing her make up. With a scoff, she pumped the brush of mascara into its holder. "My dad wanted me to visit him."

"In Tokyo?" The Alpha repeated with a hint of suspicion. His gaze swept over her undressed form, from her plaid boxers to her cotton bra.

"He travels a lot." She sniffed absently as she ran the brush over her lashes.

"Hm." Peter slunk off the bed. For a moment, he only stood behind her, fiddling with a strand of her hair as he spoke. "You wouldn't be thinking of running off on me, would you, Marcella?"

The woman scoffed at him, but didn't reply. He bent down to her level, peering at her through the mirror. His burned features were strikingly different compared to her smooth profile, which was only punctuated as he ran a scarred finger down her cheek. With a hint of warning in his tone, he tilted her face toward his, "Marcella."

"Peter." The Beta turned back to face him, expression taut and serious as she put a hand on his shoulder. "I'm not going anywhere. Especially not with those air rates."

She finished her promise with a kiss to his cheek. Peter didn't catch a hint of deception in her scent, nor a spike of any other emotions beyond amusement. He nodded to her and let her kiss him again, this time on the mouth before she turned back to her vanity.

Marcy plumped her lashes some more as she went on, "Why the fuss? I'd only be gone a few days anyway."

"Packs are supposed to stick together," Peter told her, leaning against the cherry wood table that held her cosmetics. "We're weaker alone."

"Is that concern for me or you, there, Hale?"

"Can't it be both?"

The woman smirked as she set the tube of mascara down. Picking up her lipstick, she shrugged as he fiddled with her bra strap. "Stop that."

"Tease."

"Mongrel." She shot back playfully. Swiping the nude color over her bottom lip, she huffed as he bumped her arm. Marcy gave his shoulder a push, "I mean it, Pete, stop that or I'll have to start all over again."

"As much as I admire your need to impress me," Peter brushed her dark hair back over her shoulder, "There's really no need, considering the circumstances."

"Hey, don't slight a girl for wanting to be pretty for her Alpha."

"I would never."

His beta huffed as he plucked the lipstick from her hand. She watched as he set it down, his fingers fluttering over the array of powders and glosses before he picked up a dark shade of red. He pursed his lips as he rolled it out and held it to her face.

"This suits your coloring much better." He wiped the nude out with his thumb.

She grinned and opened her mouth as he tilted her chin up, "You know, I really wish you would've told me you were metrosexual before we started fucking."

"Oh?" He arched a brow, his eyes never leaving her full mouth as he asked, "Why's that?"

"Well, I wouldn't have to redo my makeup whenever you see fit."

"Yes you would."

"Not if I did it before you came over."

Peter rolled his eyes. "You would if I asked you to."

"You'd have to be a real asshole to ask a girl to change her make up on a whim." Marcy told him with a hint of a glare in her blue eyes. "And I happen to like the natural look."

"You look like a chastened schoolmarm with these colors."

"That's my look," She gave him a light push and a bright smile. "If you don't like it, get a new beta."

Peter offered her a wry smirk as he pulled away. As he put the cap back on, he watched her carefully as she primped her dark hair in the mirror. "How would you feel if I did?"

"Did what? Made another Beta?" Her eyes flashed yellow as she sneered, "It's not that fucking nurse is it?"

"Don't get testy."

"I am not getting testy. I just don't like her."

"Aw," The Alpha cooed sarcastically as he leaned to nuzzle their noses together, marking her with his scent. "You're jealous."

With a pout, she growled, "I am not jealous."

"Please, I can smell it all over you." Catching her hand, Peter nipped at the inside of her wrist. "It suits you and no. I didn't mean Jennifer."

The woman stood. Unwinding herself from his grasp, which proved more difficult than expected because apparently her moment of disquiet had put her Alpha in a rather handsy mood, Marcy sauntered over to her closet. "Good, I hate that bitch."

"I never would have guessed."

It only took a minute for her to get dressed. When she reappeared clothed in a simple black tank top and a pair of cut offs that left little to the imagination. She smoothed the material absently as he eyed her appreciatively. "Don't think this is for you. If I'm going to be running through the woods at all hours of the night, I'm not exactly going to be wearing my best."

Peter shrugged. He wasn't about to argue with her. With only a jerk of his head as indication to follow, the Alpha led her out of the apartment.

They had barely breached the boarder of the woods when Marcy began to feel the shift. Her vision sharpened in the darkness, her blood began to pump at an almost painful pace as her claws extended- cutting through her cuticles, speckling her palms with blood before they could heal. Her gaze drifted from them to Peter as he began to undress.

His scars shone a faint pink in the moon light and she could practically feel the waxy texture on her finger tips. A smirk rose to her lips at the sight of him folding his cloths, only to rest them on the moist ground. "Why'd you go with leather and Gucci for a romp through the woods anyway?"

"I had intended to get ready at your house…" His red eyes flitted over to her yellow, "but someone spent so much time primping that I didn't get the chance."

"Drama queen." The young woman huffed. The moon was high over their heads, and it wouldn't be long before she lost all control. Her skin was already getting hot and tight, stretching uncomfortably and making her want to snap and bite at anything that got too near.

Peter noticed, but didn't mention it. He could feel her irritation, the slight panic rising in her and relished in it a moment. The scent of fear was so agreeable with her… a shudder ran down his spine, one of the telltale signals of his oncoming change.

"Marcella?"

"Yes?"

He smirked at the growl in her voice as his fangs began to sprout. "You should be running."

With an throaty chuckle, his Beta did as she was told. His skin split painfully, separating as he grew into a monstrous form. Hair pushed its way out, his brow and nose forming a snout. His attention snapped to the woman as she darted through the trees, barely visible but the sound of her feet and pants were deafening to her Alpha as he let out a howl.

Marcy stumbled at the sound. Shock and fright making her knees weak, she barely managed to catch herself as her instincts took over. The urge to run fought the need to submit and ultimately prevailed the victor. As fast as she could managed, she ran. All she could hear was her heart pumping and the twigs under her feet snapping as she tried to get a safe place. Any place.