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Cassie stood in her room watching the sun set. She had waited all month for tonight. The full moon was already rising, but he couldn't come before the sunset. Intently she waited in her black dress. When the golden circle hit the horizon, she opened the window. Stepping barefoot onto her roof, she was as quiet as the wind. The shingles were ice cold under her feet. The October wind bit her face. The skirt hugged her knees but wasn't long enough to comfort her frozen ankles. She hoped he would come quickly. When the last sliver of yellow had disappeared from the horizon, she looked at her feet. Waiting, but he did not come. A sudden warm wind swept over her back. Then a sound came from behind her. She turned quickly expecting to see black fur, but instead a much taller figure of shining silver rose before her. The fur was slick and oily as an awful potent smell filled her nostrils. Struck with terror, she fell to the roof. She wanted to scream but no sound could be summoned. The large wolf head lowered and came close to her. Green eyes stared at her hungrily. It came so close she saw the fear stricken girl reflected in its eyes. Two large arms came down around her trapping her. She didn't recognize the smell. It consumed her and she felt dizzy. The werewolf flashed its teeth and drooled on her. A wet tongue licked her neck tasting her flesh.
Then a shadow sprang over her and pushed the werewolf away. Cassie rolled over quickly to see her black werewolf and the silver one sprawling on the ground in the forest. She watched in horror as the two werewolves fought fiercely, running into trees, cracking branches and the silver beast looming taller then the black.
Watching the fight, Cassie grew dizzy again. Whatever spell this unknown creature had cast on her was taking full effect. Her sight blurred until her it faded completely.

It was pitch black. All she could hear was heavy breathing, but she could smell the familiar oils of her werewolf lover. "Where are you?" she said to the darkness. A rustling sound was heard then she felt him wrap his arms around her. Weakly two dim lights appeared. They were his eyes, she could tell for the lusting look in them. "Where are we?" He picked her up with one arm, and she could feel his body sway unevenly limping along. "What is going on?" she whispered to herself. Then moonlight hit her face, it appeared that they had been in a cave, but it wasn't his den. It was too big and deep. It must have been Silver's den. Inside Cassie said to herself, "Why must I name it?" But she knew she had to call that creature something.
The large beast carried her along, he continued limping. Awkwardly she twisted her body until she could see his feet. One hind leg was bleeding, badly wounded. She inspected everywhere else she could see, but that seemed to be the worst injury, though she did see other small cuts scattered in the fur.
Suddenly the moonlight was blocked again, but now they were in his den, she was set on the silk. He sat down beside her. He seemed very tired, for he panted. She crawled up next to him and stroked his fur. His eyes closed and his breath grew steady. Her heart was concerned for the wounded leg. So she reached over and tried to examine the injury. But violently the werewolf kicked her back and hid his leg. "Let me help you." She stared into the eyes, truly wishing she could help. She deeply wondered what happened to him. But he could not tell her.
Out of the opening of the cave she heard a sound. It grew louder, a wolf howling. She peered out the den but was quickly pushed aside as the black beast ran out snarling.
"Wait!" Cassie stood again and saw the black werewolf run amongst the trees. Then he stopped and peered around. He lifted his nose and sniffed the air. He crouched, then a silver flash landed on him after jumping from a high branch on a large oak. Fear coursed through Cassie as they rolled out of view. She crawled out of the hole and tried to run, but she was too weak. Panting and stumbling along as she followed the two figures. They were swiftly jumping on branches and hiding behind trees. Her weak legs could not carry her anywhere closer to them and she collapsed in exhaustion. Who was this Silver? Where did it come from? Why did it attack her? Why was it fighting with her werewolf? Why was she so weak? Confused she lay on the grass. She felt slightly dizzy and thought of the spell Silver had cast on her. She wondered if that was the reason she was so weak.
Then she noticed something was different. It was silent. Quickly she rolled over and sat up. Her eyes scanned the surroundings, but no werewolf could be seen. Even more bewildered she stood up. Then she heard a heavy sigh behind her. Turning she saw black fur shimmering in the moonlight, but oil was not what reflected it the light. It was blood. Cold blue eyes looked down at her. Sympathy swept over her, and she stepped toward him. He cowered back but let her touch him. A harsh sneer came from his clenched teeth. "Sh, my love, let me help you," her hand stroked his wounds. They were deep and tender, but he did not stop her from touching them. Just through the touch she could feel the pain that course through his veins. "What did it do to you," a tear fell down her cheek. To see this tall strong beast steep so low was heart quenching. "I love you," said she the stronger now, "Come." He limped with her back to the den. His breath was heavy, very heavy. Cassie did not know what to do for him. She tried to get him to lie on the silk but he refused.
An idea came to her and she put herself to work, tearing the silk to smaller strands. She tried to forget the ache in her bones and exhaustion in her blood. Pale eyes watched every move she made. When she had a pile of black strips, she turned to the werewolf. Tenderly holding his wounded arm, she cleaned it the best she could and wrapped it in cloth. His arm twitched but did not hinder her. So she continued until all wounds were covered save for a few small scratches. Feeling a sense of accomplishment, she was exhausted. Gently she laid her head on an unwounded part of his arm and gave into the ever-present sleepiness.
Her mind awoke, she thought of the silver werewolf. What happened to it? Her heavy eyelids lifted. A dim, pale light lit her room. She lay on her bed. In the window she saw a shadow, he watched her. She realized the dim light was not from the moon. Sunrise was quickly approaching. Why was he risking his life? She wanted to tell him to run, get out of the sight of the sun before it rose. But she was still so sleepy and weak. She did see his body had no bandages. Before she could think anymore on this fact, he was gone and sleep had come over her again like a hungry tiger on its prey. Blackness filled her.
Morning was here. Her lover had left. Another month she would have to wait. She recalled the night before. Silver came to mind. What happened to that werewolf? Did it win and that was what happened to her friendly beast? Or did he beat Silver? The cool den came to mind, the moonlight on silk and black fur. By morning the bandages were removed. She knew werewolves healed quickly. Then an unpleasant thought came to mind. A werewolf could not die unless by a silver weapon or sunlight. Silver, the new werewolf was silver colored, was it a special breed that could kill werewolves? She knew now that Silver was not dead, even another werewolf could not kill it unless with silver. The thought of sunlight was suddenly addressed. She could kill a werewolf by luring it out right before the sunrise. Sunrise, the defining moment for a werewolf, it was life or death. Life being degrading into a human, still it was better that the piercing agony of burning sunlight.
A voice called her out of her thoughts. It was time for Cassie to get ready for school.

"Cassie! Guess what!" Erik jumped up to her at lunch.
Cassie was naturally dull and quiet as she asked, "What?"
Erik was obviously excited, "I know what happened last night!"
"You do?" she perked up surprised. "Really?"
"Ya, there was another wolf. I killed it." He gave a devilish grin and clenched his fists.
"You can't kill Silver," she said plainly.
"Silver? What?"
"Silver, the werewolf. Only sunlight and silver weapons can kill werewolves."  She sat at the nearest table, the farthest one from anyone who would hear.
Erik sat across from her, "Well, I killed her, after she almost killed me." Cassie noticed him wince at the obvious memory of pain.
"What?!"
"Well I think 'Silver' is a Spirit werewolf.
Cassie raised her eyebrow confused, "'Spirit' werewolf?"
"Yes, like the one that bit me, the ones that can spread the curse. All I know is when I gained consciousness I was in searing pain and covered in blood. I turned around in anger and stabbed her. She died. No one could survive that wound."
"Her? She? It was a girl?"
"Yes, I don't know how but I knew she was a girl. But she's dead now."
"She can't be, only silver or the sun can kill a werewolf."
"But I'm saying I did. I had to. But, damn, was I in pain."
Cassie looked at his grimace and wondered if that was all he could think of. His only memory of being a werewolf was full of pain, how sad. "What else do you remember?"
Erik though a moment then replied, "Nothing, at least that I can recall. After she was dead all I remember was running through the woods. But then I draw a blank."
"So you don't remember the bandages? Or when you healed?"
"No."
Cassie frowned again. Why did he only remember that part?

Once again she watched the sunset. It had become absorbing to her. So many thoughts consumed her all at once A Spirit werewolf? Why did she attack? What made Erik remember only a piece of the whole night? So many questions, but no answers. Her steps were light as she slipped out her window onto the roof. She stood in the biting cold and looked the opposite direction of the sun. The moon was barely above the horizon, it was just passed full. Though it hurt, she knew he would not come tonight. Turning to see the sun completely gone, a yearning consumed her. Sniffing the air, a familiar smell faintly drifted in the wind. She closed her eyes as she savoring the sweet smell. Then it consumed her. Suddenly something grabbed her right off the ground. Opening her eyes, she saw him, the black fur, the deep eyes and the lust in them. "How are you here?" she cried joyfully. Without and answer she was pulled close to his chest, and she dug her face in the fur. She leaned back and tried to crawl up his tall figure. In response he lifted her up. She opened her mouth, pressing against his mouth. The sweet taste filled her mouth and she was stolen to a different world. It seemed that even the simple word love could not express the security, beauty, wholeness, passion in that moment. But still Cassie wanted answers, she leaned back and said again, "How are you here?" He stared at her. Her eyes rose to the sky to the east. The moon was not full. "What magic is this?" She turned back to him, she was so confused. "I wish you could speak. Now more than ever."
She then pressed lightly upon his chest, indicating she wished to be let down. He set her down gently. "I'll be right back," she climbed back into her room. She rummaged through her closet until she reached her special drawer. She pulled out the black dress and slipping it on under her shirt skillfully so not reveal anything. She knew he could sneak in at any moment. After she was dressed, she walked toward her window. As she passed her mirror she paused a moment looking at her reflection. All she could see was his effect on her. His favorite dress, his fur on it, even the oils soaked in the fabric could still be faintly smelled. It made her grin, she knew him well even if he couldn't speak.
Back on the roof he stood in the shadows of an overbearing tree. He looked up as she climbed out again. His soft pale eyes shone in the darkness, like two dim lights in the shadows. They summoned her, and she obeyed like the owned little fifteen-year-old she was, the human she was. He wrapped his arms around her. Sweet peace came over her. She lay her head on his chest. She closed her eyes and between her fingers the fur slickened. The sweet smell filled her…
She was in his den again. He engulfed her in fur. Another sweet smell all around her, but she needed no spell to want this beast. Though the air was filled with the aroma, it took no toll on her. She did not feel that unnatural pull. When she realized this, she believed it was she had come accustomed to the smell so that it had lost its effect. But then her thoughts strayed and were lost in the moment. He had a hand holding her head and he was lifting it to his face. His tongue pressed between her lips and wrapped around its prize.  The taste filled her mouth, but something was different. She felt strange, almost appalled at him. The wonderful taste was there, but no magic. Confused, Cassie pulled away. Then she stared into two silver eyes, no blue could be seen no matter how deep she searched in those wells. "What happened to you?" His hand left her head and held her waist. She started to stroke the black fur of his cheek. Why did she keep asking him questions when she knew he could not answer?
She stayed awake all through the night whispering to him while in his arms. Her mind was consistently rolling over what was different. Morning crawled closer and closer. Finally she smelled his toxins fill the air around her and in turn fill her lungs.  She closed her eyes expecting to feel the fading sensation. Nothing happened. She looked at him; he looked at her. Both waited for the magic to put her so sleep, but still nothing happened. Awkwardly she sat up, "It's not working."
As if in answer to that, he picked her up. She grabbed his neck as her weight was swung around. She was held under his chest as he walked on three limbs, the forth holding her. He was out of the den and running now. The ground whizzed by at incredible speed. She could see his muscles flex under the fur. Soon enough she felt them leap into the air. He landed on shingles. They had arrived at her house. He set her on the roof. "The sun won't rise for a while," she said. He stepped back and looked at her. She whispered just loud enough for the large ears to hear, "Please don't go." He looked away. Cassie saw some sort of emotion in the face but failed to read it. "Please?" He looked at her again. She finally distinguished a sad yearning was in those silver eyes. They shone as the moon was low in the northwest. One furry foot stepped forward slowly. Then in a swift movement he held her hips and kissed her. Then he was gone. Cassie felt so empty. Before she turned to enter through her window, she heard a faint howl in the morning breeze. "And goodbye to you, my love," She whispered.

"So do you remember anything from last night?" asked Cassie.
"Yes, I do," Erik's voice was low. They sat on the bus on there way from school.
Cassie's expression changed, "What is with you today? You are different." It was true, he was acting very strange. He had been unusually quiet and distanced himself from her. He barely even touched through out the whole day.
"Do you not like it?" He half-way glanced at her.
"No, as a matter of fact I kinda do."
"Good." Silence settled between them. Cassie was still curious. The bus stopped at their neighborhood.
They got off and were walking along toward their houses when she asked, "Why have you changed?"
"This is who I am. I have not changed."
Now she was confused. She sped up then turned stopping right in front of him, obviously frustrated. Erik did not look at her but merely stopped and stared at the sidewalk between her legs. "Look at me," she almost demanded.
"Why must I?" his gaze did not move.
"Just look at me." Slowly his eyes rose until Cassie could see them, "Oh my gosh."

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Cassie stood in her room watching the sun set. She had waited all month for tonight. The full moon was already rising, but he couldn't come before the sunset. Intently she waited in her black dress. When the golden circle hit the horizon, she opened the window. Stepping barefoot onto her roof, she was as quiet as the wind. The shingles were ice cold under her feet. The October wind bit her face. The skirt hugged her knees but wasn't long enough to comfort her frozen ankles. She hoped he would come quickly. When the last sliver of yellow had disappeared from the horizon, she looked at her feet. Waiting, but he did not come. A sudden warm wind swept over her back. Then a sound came from behind her. She turned quickly expecting to see black fur, but instead a much taller figure of shining silver rose before her. The fur was slick and oily as an awful potent smell filled her nostrils. Struck with terror, she fell to the roof. She wanted to scream but no sound could be summoned. The large wolf head lowered and came close to her. Green eyes stared at her hungrily. It came so close she saw the fear stricken girl reflected in its eyes. Two large arms came down around her trapping her. She didn't recognize the smell. It consumed her and she felt dizzy. The werewolf flashed its teeth and drooled on her. A wet tongue licked her neck tasting her flesh.
Then a shadow sprang over her and pushed the werewolf away. Cassie rolled over quickly to see her black werewolf and the silver one sprawling on the ground in the forest. She watched in horror as the two werewolves fought fiercely, running into trees, cracking branches and the silver beast looming taller then the black.
Watching the fight, Cassie grew dizzy again. Whatever spell this unknown creature had cast on her was taking full effect. Her sight blurred until her it faded completely.

It was pitch black. All she could hear was heavy breathing, but she could smell the familiar oils of her werewolf lover. "Where are you?" she said to the darkness. A rustling sound was heard then she felt him wrap his arms around her. Weakly two dim lights appeared. They were his eyes, she could tell for the lusting look in them. "Where are we?" He picked her up with one arm, and she could feel his body sway unevenly limping along. "What is going on?" she whispered to herself. Then moonlight hit her face, it appeared that they had been in a cave, but it wasn't his den. It was too big and deep. It must have been Silver's den. Inside Cassie said to herself, "Why must I name it?" But she knew she had to call that creature something.
The large beast carried her along, he continued limping. Awkwardly she twisted her body until she could see his feet. One hind leg was bleeding, badly wounded. She inspected everywhere else she could see, but that seemed to be the worst injury, though she did see other small cuts scattered in the fur.
Suddenly the moonlight was blocked again, but now they were in his den, she was set on the silk. He sat down beside her. He seemed very tired, for he panted. She crawled up next to him and stroked his fur. His eyes closed and his breath grew steady. Her heart was concerned for the wounded leg. So she reached over and tried to examine the injury. But violently the werewolf kicked her back and hid his leg. "Let me help you." She stared into the eyes, truly wishing she could help. She deeply wondered what happened to him. But he could not tell her.
Out of the opening of the cave she heard a sound. It grew louder, a wolf howling. She peered out the den but was quickly pushed aside as the black beast ran out snarling.
"Wait!" Cassie stood again and saw the black werewolf run amongst the trees. Then he stopped and peered around. He lifted his nose and sniffed the air. He crouched, then a silver flash landed on him after jumping from a high branch on a large oak. Fear coursed through Cassie as they rolled out of view. She crawled out of the hole and tried to run, but she was too weak. Panting and stumbling along as she followed the two figures. They were swiftly jumping on branches and hiding behind trees. Her weak legs could not carry her anywhere closer to them and she collapsed in exhaustion. Who was this Silver? Where did it come from? Why did it attack her? Why was it fighting with her werewolf? Why was she so weak? Confused she lay on the grass. She felt slightly dizzy and thought of the spell Silver had cast on her. She wondered if that was the reason she was so weak.
Then she noticed something was different. It was silent. Quickly she rolled over and sat up. Her eyes scanned the surroundings, but no werewolf could be seen. Even more bewildered she stood up. Then she heard a heavy sigh behind her. Turning she saw black fur shimmering in the moonlight, but oil was not what reflected it the light. It was blood. Cold blue eyes looked down at her. Sympathy swept over her, and she stepped toward him. He cowered back but let her touch him. A harsh sneer came from his clenched teeth. "Sh, my love, let me help you," her hand stroked his wounds. They were deep and tender, but he did not stop her from touching them. Just through the touch she could feel the pain that course through his veins. "What did it do to you," a tear fell down her cheek. To see this tall strong beast steep so low was heart quenching. "I love you," said she the stronger now, "Come." He limped with her back to the den. His breath was heavy, very heavy. Cassie did not know what to do for him. She tried to get him to lie on the silk but he refused.
An idea came to her and she put herself to work, tearing the silk to smaller strands. She tried to forget the ache in her bones and exhaustion in her blood. Pale eyes watched every move she made. When she had a pile of black strips, she turned to the werewolf. Tenderly holding his wounded arm, she cleaned it the best she could and wrapped it in cloth. His arm twitched but did not hinder her. So she continued until all wounds were covered save for a few small scratches. Feeling a sense of accomplishment, she was exhausted. Gently she laid her head on an unwounded part of his arm and gave into the ever-present sleepiness.
Her mind awoke, she thought of the silver werewolf. What happened to it? Her heavy eyelids lifted. A dim, pale light lit her room. She lay on her bed. In the window she saw a shadow, he watched her. She realized the dim light was not from the moon. Sunrise was quickly approaching. Why was he risking his life? She wanted to tell him to run, get out of the sight of the sun before it rose. But she was still so sleepy and weak. She did see his body had no bandages. Before she could think anymore on this fact, he was gone and sleep had come over her again like a hungry tiger on its prey. Blackness filled her.
Morning was here. Her lover had left. Another month she would have to wait. She recalled the night before. Silver came to mind. What happened to that werewolf? Did it win and that was what happened to her friendly beast? Or did he beat Silver? The cool den came to mind, the moonlight on silk and black fur. By morning the bandages were removed. She knew werewolves healed quickly. Then an unpleasant thought came to mind. A werewolf could not die unless by a silver weapon or sunlight. Silver, the new werewolf was silver colored, was it a special breed that could kill werewolves? She knew now that Silver was not dead, even another werewolf could not kill it unless with silver. The thought of sunlight was suddenly addressed. She could kill a werewolf by luring it out right before the sunrise. Sunrise, the defining moment for a werewolf, it was life or death. Life being degrading into a human, still it was better that the piercing agony of burning sunlight.
A voice called her out of her thoughts. It was time for Cassie to get ready for school.

"Cassie! Guess what!" Erik jumped up to her at lunch.
Cassie was naturally dull and quiet as she asked, "What?"
Erik was obviously excited, "I know what happened last night!"
"You do?" she perked up surprised. "Really?"
"Ya, there was another wolf. I killed it." He gave a devilish grin and clenched his fists.
"You can't kill Silver," she said plainly.
"Silver? What?"
"Silver, the werewolf. Only sunlight and silver weapons can kill werewolves."  She sat at the nearest table, the farthest one from anyone who would hear.
Erik sat across from her, "Well, I killed her, after she almost killed me." Cassie noticed him wince at the obvious memory of pain.
"What?!"
"Well I think 'Silver' is a Spirit werewolf.
Cassie raised her eyebrow confused, "'Spirit' werewolf?"
"Yes, like the one that bit me, the ones that can spread the curse. All I know is when I gained consciousness I was in searing pain and covered in blood. I turned around in anger and stabbed her. She died. No one could survive that wound."
"Her? She? It was a girl?"
"Yes, I don't know how but I knew she was a girl. But she's dead now."
"She can't be, only silver or the sun can kill a werewolf."
"But I'm saying I did. I had to. But, damn, was I in pain."
Cassie looked at his grimace and wondered if that was all he could think of. His only memory of being a werewolf was full of pain, how sad. "What else do you remember?"
Erik though a moment then replied, "Nothing, at least that I can recall. After she was dead all I remember was running through the woods. But then I draw a blank."
"So you don't remember the bandages? Or when you healed?"
"No."
Cassie frowned again. Why did he only remember that part?

Once again she watched the sunset. It had become absorbing to her. So many thoughts consumed her all at once A Spirit werewolf? Why did she attack? What made Erik remember only a piece of the whole night? So many questions, but no answers. Her steps were light as she slipped out her window onto the roof. She stood in the biting cold and looked the opposite direction of the sun. The moon was barely above the horizon, it was just passed full. Though it hurt, she knew he would not come tonight. Turning to see the sun completely gone, a yearning consumed her. Sniffing the air, a familiar smell faintly drifted in the wind. She closed her eyes as she savoring the sweet smell. Then it consumed her. Suddenly something grabbed her right off the ground. Opening her eyes, she saw him, the black fur, the deep eyes and the lust in them. "How are you here?" she cried joyfully. Without and answer she was pulled close to his chest, and she dug her face in the fur. She leaned back and tried to crawl up his tall figure. In response he lifted her up. She opened her mouth, pressing against his mouth. The sweet taste filled her mouth and she was stolen to a different world. It seemed that even the simple word love could not express the security, beauty, wholeness, passion in that moment. But still Cassie wanted answers, she leaned back and said again, "How are you here?" He stared at her. Her eyes rose to the sky to the east. The moon was not full. "What magic is this?" She turned back to him, she was so confused. "I wish you could speak. Now more than ever."
She then pressed lightly upon his chest, indicating she wished to be let down. He set her down gently. "I'll be right back," she climbed back into her room. She rummaged through her closet until she reached her special drawer. She pulled out the black dress and slipping it on under her shirt skillfully so not reveal anything. She knew he could sneak in at any moment. After she was dressed, she walked toward her window. As she passed her mirror she paused a moment looking at her reflection. All she could see was his effect on her. His favorite dress, his fur on it, even the oils soaked in the fabric could still be faintly smelled. It made her grin, she knew him well even if he couldn't speak.
Back on the roof he stood in the shadows of an overbearing tree. He looked up as she climbed out again. His soft pale eyes shone in the darkness, like two dim lights in the shadows. They summoned her, and she obeyed like the owned little fifteen-year-old she was, the human she was. He wrapped his arms around her. Sweet peace came over her. She lay her head on his chest. She closed her eyes and between her fingers the fur slickened. The sweet smell filled her…
She was in his den again. He engulfed her in fur. Another sweet smell all around her, but she needed no spell to want this beast. Though the air was filled with the aroma, it took no toll on her. She did not feel that unnatural pull. When she realized this, she believed it was she had come accustomed to the smell so that it had lost its effect. But then her thoughts strayed and were lost in the moment. He had a hand holding her head and he was lifting it to his face. His tongue pressed between her lips and wrapped around its prize.  The taste filled her mouth, but something was different. She felt strange, almost appalled at him. The wonderful taste was there, but no magic. Confused, Cassie pulled away. Then she stared into two silver eyes, no blue could be seen no matter how deep she searched in those wells. "What happened to you?" His hand left her head and held her waist. She started to stroke the black fur of his cheek. Why did she keep asking him questions when she knew he could not answer?
She stayed awake all through the night whispering to him while in his arms. Her mind was consistently rolling over what was different. Morning crawled closer and closer. Finally she smelled his toxins fill the air around her and in turn fill her lungs.  She closed her eyes expecting to feel the fading sensation. Nothing happened. She looked at him; he looked at her. Both waited for the magic to put her so sleep, but still nothing happened. Awkwardly she sat up, "It's not working."
As if in answer to that, he picked her up. She grabbed his neck as her weight was swung around. She was held under his chest as he walked on three limbs, the forth holding her. He was out of the den and running now. The ground whizzed by at incredible speed. She could see his muscles flex under the fur. Soon enough she felt them leap into the air. He landed on shingles. They had arrived at her house. He set her on the roof. "The sun won't rise for a while," she said. He stepped back and looked at her. She whispered just loud enough for the large ears to hear, "Please don't go." He looked away. Cassie saw some sort of emotion in the face but failed to read it. "Please?" He looked at her again. She finally distinguished a sad yearning was in those silver eyes. They shone as the moon was low in the northwest. One furry foot stepped forward slowly. Then in a swift movement he held her hips and kissed her. Then he was gone. Cassie felt so empty. Before she turned to enter through her window, she heard a faint howl in the morning breeze. "And goodbye to you, my love," She whispered.

"So do you remember anything from last night?" asked Cassie.
"Yes, I do," Erik's voice was low. They sat on the bus on there way from school.
Cassie's expression changed, "What is with you today? You are different." It was true, he was acting very strange. He had been unusually quiet and distanced himself from her. He barely even touched through out the whole day.
"Do you not like it?" He half-way glanced at her.
"No, as a matter of fact I kinda do."
"Good." Silence settled between them. Cassie was still curious. The bus stopped at their neighborhood.
They got off and were walking along toward their houses when she asked, "Why have you changed?"
"This is who I am. I have not changed."
Now she was confused. She sped up then turned stopping right in front of him, obviously frustrated. Erik did not look at her but merely stopped and stared at the sidewalk between her legs. "Look at me," she almost demanded.
"Why must I?" his gaze did not move.
"Just look at me." Slowly his eyes rose until Cassie could see them, "Oh my gosh."