Selene was out of breath she had just gone for a run in her wolf form. Therefore she was naked, and the only thing that came between her and the world was her long flowing black hair. There was a snap of twigs behind her, and she would have turned, but she was too tired. Donovan crept up behind her. He had also been out for a run, his shaggy black hair hanging in his face, covering his eyes, brown eyes shining in the dim moonlight. He came up behind her, hoping she didn't recognize his scent. He came up and sat behind her on the rock. Donovan was about to pull her into his arms, when she turned around and caught him off guard. In one fluid motion Selene jumped, and knocked Donovan backwards off the rock. He hit the ground hard, but Selene landed softly on top of his chest. Donovan's eyes lit up, and a small smirk crept onto his face.
"I'm not as spacey as you think," she growled, at first, but her eyes glowed with a soft light. She couldn't even pretend to hate him.
Donovan sat up, and Selene was pressed against him. He enfolded her in his arms. "Why are you sitting out here all alone?" He whispered in her ear.
"I always run alone," she replied. Her face started to take on a scarlet tint as she realized how close together they were. "I'm too used to being alone in the woods."
"You don't have to be alone anymore," He said as he leaned in to kiss her.
Selene panicked and pulled away. She stood up and walked back to her rock.
Donovan frowned and stood up. He wanted her with everything he had, but she always pushed him away. He knew she wanted him too. He could smell in on her breath, and it shone in her beautiful bright eyes. He sighed a deep sad sigh and sat down next to Selene. It took every bit of self control he had to keep himself from jumping on her, but he respected her. So he couldn't. Instead he just stared off into space.
The cool nighttime air had a musky forest smell. The two young wolves still sat in silence. The stream kept on gurgling past them. There was a distant howl in the far, far distance. There was a lone wolf somewhere, and Selene was silently glad that she wasn't alone.
As the night went on, the air grew colder, and Selene got off her rock and leaned against it. Donovan moved too. He wouldn't let her push him away anymore. There was a howl in the distance, but this time it sounded a bit closer now. She started to get more nervous.
Selene threw her long hair over the front of her body, and slowly she inched closer to Donovan. There was that howl again. This time it sounded as though it came from the trees right in front of them, the trees that were only about twenty feet away from Selene's rock.
She glanced at Donovan, and then at the trees. He could have sworn he had seen a certain look in her eyes, one that he doesn't see very often...
Fear