Her coat was a soft white sheet of snow that covered her crouched body like a soft blanket of beauty. Small splotches of brown scattered around her sides and even freckled her face a little. Those deep green eyes sparkled in the October sun. She was slender and pretty, and knew I was watching. As a matter of fact, she was waving her paw up and down, trying to get my attention. I was too puzzled by the odd movement at first too see it.

Taking my eyes off of her, I looked too the deer. There were four in all. One buck, three does. It wasn't hard to figure out which one we were going to take down. The doe that drank from the water was weak, probably slower than I'd been thinking her too be. She had a small patch of missing hair on her back, probably from some other animal, but it all added up to one thing. She was ours. And with the wind blowing from my left and her right... our being noticed wasn't a problem.

We both waited for them all to get their second sip of water, the male going first obviously. From across the clearing with our new prey, I could see Angela's hind legs trying furiously to settle in the grass. It was an instant sign of anticipation, and a great threat to whether or not we were going to eat real food or take out tonight.

Thankfully, it was our targets turn to drink. She looked around first, spread her front lets, and drank deeply from the lake. And I took off.

Angela followed up right after. The deer spread out, and we let the first three get away within mere nano-seconds. The doe we were after shot away from me, allowing Angela to cut her off and guide her back to the forest where I was quick to block her path.

She had no choice but to jump into the water, and when she did, we both ambushed her. Angela went for the neck, and I gripped her hide with my claws, and sank my teeth into her back. She was dead within seconds, and it was a perfect kill.

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We both sat in front of the carcass, soaked through to the skin, and covered in drying blood. I gnawed on a torn hind leg. The salty taste of blood and adrenaline that soaked the tough meat was delicious. There was barely any real fat on this doe, and where there was fat, I still tore it from the bone, using my paws as weights to keep it on the ground.

Angela still worked on the meat around the does neck, and she was a bloody mess. It was like watching someone eat bar-b-cue without using their hands. She'd already ripped all the meat from around the ribs and the front two legs, which I thought had to be some kind of record. She was like a piranna how she ripped the meat from bone, her head jerking left-right, left-right until the meat was free.

I cackled a little, making her stop and look up at me. Her white fur was red now, and she looked like such a mess!

She growled at me, knowing why I was laughing, and I growled back playfully.

Even on a full stomach I was ready to fight. It was part of our culture. And I guess that's what instigated this whole mess.

She swiped at my nose, and I tackled her. And we rolled around fighting until we hit the water where she almost drowned me.

Tired and out of breath I pushed her off of me and decided it was time to change back. It was as simple as making yourself sneeze. Just lean your head back and wait for your heartbeat to slow itself down to under a hundred beats per second.

I decided to change away from her, I didn't want her to see me in between forms. It was something that no werewolf wanted. Mainly because of how disturbing and unnatural it was. And so, I changed back, a few yards in the tree line, under the cover of twilight, and afterwards headed back to the lake.

When I came from the forest, I was taken back at how fast she'd changed. But was even more so, by how beautiful she was. Her curvy body, standing in the half-light of the day by the reflective water. Her face, chest and arms were covered in the drying blood that had been left on her skin after her change. And underneath the red glisten of the liquid that had addicted me too her in the first place, was her smile. Small, and knowing. That lovely smile that angels couldn't pull off. The hook that I bit every time I saw it, was now reeling me in once again.

Like when Adam and Eve first met, we stood there naked. Though, we knew what we were, and we knew that this was right. And even though it was just a mere thought, I'd wondered who's image god had made us in.

Angela didn't take long before messing with me as I passed her. She wrapped one of her thin, long legs around mine and pushed. I fell to the ground without a hope of reprieve. She straddled me and kissed me hard, gripping the sides of my face. I did the same. Her hips scraped against my stomach and the both of us share the heat of excitement that preceeded every one of our encounters.

I scratched open one of the many scars on my chest and we broke apart. She bit onto the open wound and stretched across the ground, waiting to taste the warm blood that had once coursed through my veins.

After a short wait she was back up to me, her tongue in my mouth, and the blood satisfying both of our thirsts.

I pushed her head away and pulled her up onto me further so I could bite her neck. The dried blood was just as good as it was earlier. Laced with adrenaline, it was an aphrodisiac unlike any other. My tongue ran across her neck as I tried to pull the red from her fair skin.

She moaned, her fingernails digging under the skin in my chest. I barely felt it, drunk off the adrenaline stirring in my stomach, the passion of her sliding on top of me, and the passionate thrusts that followed. We were both intoxicated on each other.

I rolled over onto her, biting a small cut on her neck. She jumped a little, then pressed my head hard against the wound. This was our love. The scent that radiated from her long, gorgeous, black hair, and the smell of blood drove me to push harder, faster, making her writhe on the ground.

"I love you." I whispered in her ear.

Her eyes were closed, her lips cold as I kissed them. And when I pulled away from her, she gasped. "I love you too..."

This was our perfection.