Werewolf #2
Title: Inner Animal
Summary: Growing up Cynthia had been told about Vampires and supernatural creatures, but she had been told for years that they weren't real. Until she came face to face with a blonde werewolf who had deep amber eyes that made her breath hitch and her cheek turn pink. Hardly a month later her life took a drastic that introduced her to the animal hiding inside of her.
Main Characters: Cynthia, Leon, Holly, Brendon, and Fin.
Inner Animal
Cynthia gazed up silently at the dark night sky, her blue eyes fixed on the white moon shining high up in the sky. Sure as a child she had heard about the stories of werewolves and vampires, just like everything other child, but she had never expected any of the lore to actually be true. She sighed and lifted one hand to her right shoulder, lightly rubbing the blue marked skin beneath her soft cotton t-shirt. And now here she was, technically called a werewolf and with a guy who was a hybrid of both a werewolf and a vampire. She seriously had terrible luck, she honestly did. She lowered her gaze toward the woods below the outcropping she was sitting on with her legs dangling over. It was full moon at the moment, and rapidly approaching moon high, where the moon was perpendicular to the ground. She was waiting, both for Leon wherever he may be, and for that odd feeling for when she actually changed, shifting into the rather small silver spotted wolf her other form was.
It was kinda funny, Cynthia could admit, the kids of a family she had grown up with were apparently vampires. New vampires definitely since she had literally grown up with them, but vampires all the same. Then they're older brother roughly her age came to visit and she literally fell flat on her face for him. Leon was darn near perfect in her opinion, even with the whole vampire-werewolf hybrid he was, and when she was through her second year of college her mother had been driving her insane about how she needed to date more and settle down. Of which she was very reluctant to. She had had some pretty bad experiences as a teenager, in particular with a guy named Ashton, and had resolved to never get herself into that kind of situation again.
"And now look at where I am," Cynthia signed out loud and let her arms drop to her lap, "I'm a werewolf with a hybrid mate and hiding from my parents," she mused before giving a rather loud snort of amusement. "I'm sure my mom's thrilled that my dad told her instead of me telling her."
The word mate felt weird on her tongue, it was such an animalistic word, one that never regarded people that it was still hard to wrap her head around. It was hard to get used to without Leon around when he was actually around she felt like the word was natural, but away from him she usually got tongue tied around the other supernaturals and kinda just trailed off. Of course, alternating between saying "he's my fiance" to normal people and "he's my mate" to other supernaturals didn't help all that much. Plus she was feeling a little fuzzy in the head at the moment, it was something that would fade in the next few minutes and come back tomorrow and it was because of her upcoming heat. This was her third one so far, it happened the first week of every month so far and she had to be extremely careful. Locked up in her and Holly's room because she practically turned into a raging tiger careful. Last time she had pretty much trashed her and Holly room of the girls' house and broken more than a few counters downstairs due to her enhanced strength and raging emotions. It was like she was in a fit of rage whenever Leon was off doing whatever Leon did when he wasn't with her or their group of saving the world supernaturals, and if he wasn't paying enough attention to her. If he was then she was like a docile cat, very calm, quiet, and affectionate. Outside of the moments Holly affectionately called her "Wild Animal Moments" where she kinda just spazzed, pushing Leon back and breaking something in the process with how hard she pushed him amongst other things, anyway.
Cynthia felt the odd pull in her gut as the moon reached the proper point and she took a deep breath before letting it out slowly and shutting her eyes. It didn't hurt if she was relaxed and she wanted to change, otherwise, it hurt like no tomorrow and felt like every muscle in her body was contracting and moving. She would change under incredibly stressful situations in particular at night, and she would attack anything that moved, hence the whole werewolf not so friendly part. She kept her mind though, it just adopted this longing for the hunt and the smell of blood, which sounded terrible. Normally she could keep from changing at something that sent her adrenaline racing and her heart pumping with fear, but there was the occasional button that could be pushed that would send her over the edge and make it look like she had a seizure as she fought the change.
Moments later Cynthia opened her eyes and blinked, readjusting to her vision sharping to about twenty times better than her normally terrible vision. She couldn't really see anything at the moment due to the fabric covering her head and tickling her thick fur. She groaned and inwardly cursed, she had forgotten to grab her ring again. Her ring caused her clothes to change with her, turning into this cute little spotted blue bandana around her neck instead of a pile that she would be stuck in. Come on, I really like this shirt too… She complained as she tried to carefully move the light blue shirt with leather ties part way down the front without her rather sharp claws tearing through it like butter. She hated this part, it was never fun trying to not tear her clothes if she forgot the ring. Then her vision cleared and she was looking up at a smirking black haired girl with pale skin.
"You are terrible at remembering this thing," Holly laughed before the clothing vanished and the girl was left holding a blue bandana. "I saw it on the dresser and figured you wouldn't want to deal with ruining your clothes again."
Cynthia's silver ears perked up and she wagged her fluffy tail, feeling impatience and excitement coursing through her veins. She felt a building sense of freedom, she loved and hated full moon, it made her feel sick during the day and free from everything at night.
Holly carefully tried the bandana around Cynthia's neck before she gave a bright smile, her slightly elongated and much sharper canines highly visible in the darkness of night. "Go get him," she laughed before running off, barely a blur as her super speed kicked in and she ran back to the house.
Cynthia wet her black nose with her tongue before the werewolf tilted her head back and howled, her body going rigid for no more than a split second before she leaped off of the outcrop and disappeared into the undergrowth with a decent crash.
A lower resounding male werewolf howl was heard a second later in response to Cynthia's own howl, Leon had returned.