Her smell was all around me, creating a primal need inside before I howled with joy and need when I found her footprints. She was close, oh so close. Her forbidden scent of vanilla and moonlight kept me close on her heels. The musty scent the mixed with it drove me on.

She is mine.

She was an extension of me.

She will acknowledge her master.

Her scent got stronger; I howled she was so close. When I spotted her at last she took my breath away; she was silver and had a streak of black going from her forehead to the tip of her tail.

I was soon upon her and I growled playfully, as well as warningly, before I pounced. She ran to the side, but I jumped in front of her escape. She backed up, her head lowered and ready to spring, her hackles were raised and her teeth barred. She held her position as a drowning man hangs to his lifeline. I knew that I had won this battle and she was mine.

Only mine.

I slowly walked up to her, transforming back into my human form, my clothes long gone and forgotten, most likely lying still where I first transformed. I allowed her to see the length of my fangs and the strength in my muscles. I was surprised when she too changed into a human in all her nude goddess- like beauty.

********************************************************************* Her hair seemed to create a silver backdrop for her. I smirked in triumph; she was mine, she could deny me no longer. I walked up to her, my steps steady and filled with purpose. She growled low in her throat but it was a growl of defeat, her last stand. Her last and only defense against the inevitable.

I saw him and I gave one last growl, absentmindedly noting his firm muscles and sleek black coat. As he turned back into a human and I saw for an instance the same sleek muscle tone, no different than it was when he was a wolf. His long fangs spoke of danger and erotic fantasies.

"You are mine" He stated simply, I shivered at the fierce and possessive timbre of his voice.

"Yes." I accented.

My insides melted as he gave me an arrogant, possessive smirk at my admission. I felt a strong bond growing between us. For over a thousand years, the years I have been a werewolf, my instincts have told me to look for him; the perfect mate, the other half of my soul. He would be the one to take the loneliness and the self-hatred away.

I found that until you have been alive as a werewolf at least a hundred years you would not have to mate. Instincts beyond human knowledge would not yet mature enough for any thing of that sort. I am beyond ready but I had not found him, not yet. Not until tonight when I found my equal in all things. He is my opposite; the darkness to my light, the hunter to my prey, as well as the heart to my emptiness.

I gasped as he grabbed me and pulled me close to him confidently. I felt his arousal pressed against my stomach, his hot breath against my ear making me shiver. I felt his fangs as they scraped erotically against my throat, sending delicious shivers down my spine. My hands to cupped his cheek, and bringing his head up to look at me. I kissed him deeply with passion and need stronger than I'd ever known. He was mine even as I was his.

Possession.

It was pure bliss when we kissed, our tongues dueling. I backed up when we parted and sent a smile towards him. I let him see the twinkle of mischief in my shining in my eyes and he knew that even as I ran he would have no worries about me truly trying to escape him, trying to escape us.

I ran through the woods, howling my joy at the chase, at the freedom of the wind in my fur. I ran to where I knew my den was, under a waterfall and inside a cave. A spring off to the side was continuously fed by the crystal waters of the waterfall. I stopped a minute and stepped under the waterfall to wash away the sweat from the chase, not noticing when he came up behind me.

I watched her as she was under the waterfall. The water seemed to glisten in the moonlight, like diamond teardrops. It made her look once again like the goddess she truly was. Delicate beams of moonlight, making her look like a perfect statue made of the finest white marble, outlined her body.

I could not help myself from creeping up behind her and holding her back to me, my arms circled just under her supple breasts. Her nipples seemed to be hard and aching, arching outwards into the night air. I let my hot breathe sear at her throat and my elongated fangs, lightly scratching at the surface of her skin. She shivered and my lips curved upwards in response. She turned her head, her eyes gazing deeply into my own.

She is mine.

Her eyes were cloudy and dark with lust, wild with passion. As I drowned in her eyes I saw the love that lied there, love for me, love for the world, and as I looked even deeper I saw the child like innocence I never thought to see in one of the damned.

She loves me.

I allowed a rumble of satisfaction to escape my throat when she pulled her self closer to me. It was as if she needed to get closer to me.

Me. Mine.

We were molded together as one. When we kissed I thought that perhaps I had went to heaven as the ecstasy of our union ran rampant through my blood. We got closer together until there seemed to be no way to distinguish one from the other, but I was not done. I picked her up and brought her to the shore and laid her down.

She belongs to me, she belongs with me.

I looked at her with all the feelings that I usually kept hidden and I let her know. I let her know that even if I could not say the words I would always be hers and hers alone.

"Mine." Her voice was a seductive purr as she gently raked her nails down my washboard stomach, leaving slightly red welts leaving as much pain as they did pleasure.

"Yes." Was all I could manage before I succumbed to the heat and the desire.

The last thing I saw was the look of utter rapture on her face when I slid into her body and soon we both reached our pinnacle.

Mate.

Possession.