These aren't my own characters! Atwater-Rhodes is the one to credit.

Quietly, softly. Cascading cashmere; enveloping me. Golden strands fall into my eyes; I remove them with a gentle sweep of my hand. Leaving the warmth pressing against my back, I quietly slip away from my yielding haven.

I tread tenderly down grand, winding steps. Carefully coiling down, like a serpent's scaled body. To the parlor. I seat myself down, drinking in the sensation of the couch submitting to my weight; willingly surrendering to my outside force. I sink into the cushioned seat, it moans with its age. Sleep comes quickly as I submerge into a semi-conscious miasma.

My nose senses a slight tingle; warm vapor gently breathed. Slowly opening, my eyes see pulsating crimson. Burning with the fires of Hell, burning with love for me fixed straight into my molten gold. Zane curves his mouth into a smile and lifts me into his arms.

"I was waiting," I grin. "You looked so peaceful, sleeping like a baby. I didn't want to wake you."

Zane says nothing. He looks at me with those smoldering flame eyes.

"What…?"

Benevolently, he leans forward. The space between us closes. Smaller, closer. His lips brush across mine. I lean even nearer and press one of my palms against his chest and my other hand runs through his raven hair. The brims of our mouths dance as they move in harmony. I feel his bedroom eyes looming around. Lavishly strong arms wrapped around my torso tense in the moment I draw away as they reluctantly release me from his embrace.

Zane ducks his head, hoping to lock his eyes on mine, concern waltzing in the shifting inferno of his iris. "What's…?"

Halting in mid-sentence, he glances up as he senses another form in the shadows.

Zane's eyes rage into a deep garnet as he gracefully slips across the room, changing into his half form. Silver fangs flash across his face and flicker into a frown with a hiss of irritation. He sways for a moment and then slides to the shadows. Too dark to see, I begin to change into my hawk form and seek safety in the air. Slowly, gradually, the air surrounds me; the fresh scent of excitement enveloping me and I give in to my desire. Leaning, little by little. Rising, little by little. I surrender to the force of the wind and am wrapped in a shell of sky. My hair picks up in the chilling gust and is tousled about my head in strokes of gold. The draft scoops under my feet and lifts me up progressively and slowly. Up, wind.

I hear fumbling. A cry of pain. Zane's gruff voice. Fear cloaks my view. From the shadows of my view, out come Zane and a man I do not recognize. Relieved to see Zane with not much harm, I sweep to the ground, shifting back as I descend.

My feet contact solid earth. I fly to Zane and this intruder, not on wings but on foot. The man he holds by the cuff of his collar, gasping for air. Torn clothing swathe limply across his well-toned chest. Stark gray eyes twinkling with tears restrained, on the brink of erupting but held in by this man's thin thread of control. Blood trickles down his scalp and in a fragile stream at the edge of his torn lower-lip. A deep wound is embedded in his side and his arms drape helplessly at his sides. Bruised and battered, he looks up defiantly none the less. Threatening, fearing. I feel my hand instinctively reach in my back pocket for a knife. His hair disquieting silver, thick with black streaks. In his eyes I could see his furry dancing in the altering hues of smoke. Looking closer, I realize with shock that his pupil is an infinitely ebony ellipse. I draw in a sharp breath.

"A wolf?"

Tell me what think! This is my first fan fiction… please R&R! Tell me what to fix or if you liked it…. Or maybe to update.