Mate for Life—Part Two
Diana felt the warm sun over every
inch of her naked body and smiled. She rolled over in the dead leaves of the
grove and murmured, “Ari?”
He wasn’t
there.
Diana sat
up and covered her breasts. Where was he? They had stopped here near sunrise to
sleep. It had been the best night of her entire life and existence.
But he
was simply gone.
“Ari?”
Her throat was sore from howling so much the night before and her call was as quiet
as a grasshopper’s spring.
She stood
and dropped her arms, looking around. Nothing seemed unusual. She stared at the
sun a moment.
She
wasn’t cold. Why wasn’t she cold? Yesterday, she could see her breath. Now she
blew a plume out, and saw nothing.
Was it
all a dream?
A breeze
blew a strand of silver hair onto her chest. She’d dyed it just the other day.
Now it was completely silver. Diana pulled it every which way, and all over,
shiny grey.
She knew
reality, that had never been too hard for her. It was individual humans she
couldn’t quite get the knack of.
Was she
human? Was she a werewolf?
Nothing
happened out of her memory last night. Werewolves went on mad rampages. She and
Ari frolicked, played. Yipped and howled. Here, in this grove, they’d made love
a hundred different ways. Thinking of this, Diana felt silly to be embarrassed
about being naked in the middle of nowhere and she relaxed.
She was
in control again. Ari probably went to get breakfast.
THIRTEEN FULL MOONS LATER
Diana was
almost at the cabin. She came every full moon, thinking he’d be there. Then
she’d spend the night in wolf-form, roaming, smelling, calling out. No other
wolves like her made themselves known, not even Pablo, the one she made pack
leader so many months ago.
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