Animal Heart(36)

Aden reached behind him and grabbed something bright green, throwing it at her as he put his foot on the gas and sped off, out of town. “There's a blanket.... Cover up and undress, and make it quick or your clothes will be ruined,” he instructed.

She pulled off her trainers, jeans, and top quickly, and slipped out of her underwear under the blanket. She dared to take a good look at her changing body as she sat rather awkwardly on the truck seat. Partially hairy, elongated and thin, she looked so very repulsive. There was no other word for it. A dull throbbing pain in her backside forced her to move onto her hip as she felt her tail begin to emerge.

Her eyes filled with tears as she started to fully comprehend what she really was becoming. She was at best a monster, and at times she would be a potential killer.

With a sudden need to hide from the whole world, she sank down low, under the cover of the blanket, and into the footwell on her knees, resting her head on her arms on the seat above her. She lay still as waves of stretching muscles, straining tendons, and creaking bones washed through her hot, protesting body. Everything ached and stung like hell.

It was all happening too fast. Panic started to overtake her, and she let out a terrified whimper of distress. The truck ground to a halt a few seconds later and Aden tugged gently at the blanket covering her.

She growled at him, wedging it under herself tightly, so very desperate to remain hidden from his view.

“Maddy, come on, there's no part of werewolf transformation that I haven't seen or experienced. Let me look at you, please?” He tugged more persistently at the blanket and she finally released it, closing her eyes so that she couldn't see the horrified look that would undoubtedly appear in his. He gasped quite loudly and her eyes watered with wolf-like tears beneath her lids at what she imagined he was seeing. “My God... What can I say? You're beautiful. Really. I mean it.” His voice was low and sultry, his tone sincere and admiring.

She opened her eyes tentatively and sat up, taking a look at herself properly. Her body was covered with thick, fluffy, dark brown fur, streaked with black. Black silky paws and jet black claws replaced her hands and feet. A long bushy black tail curved around her on the floor... She swished it back and forth with a growing delight.

“There, take a look at your face.” Aden pulled down the vanity mirror and tilted it in her direction. If she could still smile, she would have smiled for Canada, but sadly wolves couldn't. She did however manage a surprised and extremely pleased yelp. She looked this way and that, admiring her new wolf-face. She was so very black, and her golden amber eyes, a hue they all possessed, contrasted so beautifully against the darkness. Her ears were long, black, and sat regally high on her well proportioned head. She was sleek and long nosed, and darkly elegant.

In fact, she had to admit, she rather preferred herself this way, over her human form.

He opened the truck door and she ventured out slowly and falteringly after him, after which he gathered up her clothes and carried them off towards the nearby gate. Taking a few dainty steps, she began familiarising herself with walking on all fours. It came so naturally, as if she had been born to it. She leapt and bounded and charged around the truck while he laughed at her joyful enthusiasm. He unlocked the padlock on the gate and they both entered the old container yard beyond.

“This is where we camp out on full moons. I rent the yard and boxes here from one of Betty's cousins,” he grinned. “It's safe and so far outta town one can hear the noise we make. I'll let you in one of the 'rooms' here and come back for you in a few hours. Is that okay with you?” She licked his hand, meaning yes. He took her to one of the boxes. “This is mine. My other luxury home,” he chuckled. After unlocking and unbolting it, he led her inside. “All mod cons as you can see,” he gestured around the completely empty, battered, and badly scratched metal container, with humor.

She growled at him, her sarcasm coming to the fore, 'how lovely, thank you so much' and he replied with a 'you're so welcome' amused growl in return. That made her laugh, which ended up coming out as a strange high pitched squeak, which seemed to amuse him even more, based on the broad grin he now wore.

God, I love his smile so much...I could eat it...

She sat down and looked around. This was his 'bad wolf lair', where he would go crazy on full moons. Crazy with the need to kill something. She wasn't looking forward to that experience. Being trapped in here with an inner madness, howling and scratching and desperate to escape, couldn't be pleasant. Still, from what she gathered from Sammy, she wouldn't know a thing about it, which comforted her a little.

She sniffed at the heavy, musky air. It smelled strongly of wolf, the animal him. And how she wanted to experience that. Her rush was bringing out more than her inner wolf. Her feelings and emotions were running riot right now. She was desperate to experience him in every way she could. She hoped it would be soon. She was done with settling for their cuddles and hugs and the odd hot kiss. She wasn't a nervous high school virgin. She was an experienced twenty five year old woman who knew what was what. And she certainly knew what she wanted beyond all doubt. It was standing right in front of her now.