She watches your attempts. You shouldn't have moved. She didn't know what you were thinking. She bit her lip, knowing all too soon that you would feel like you've been hit by a bus. She recalled the feeling and shivered delicately, looking back at your car, the head lights flooding the ground ahead of her. Her head snapped back to you as you pulled your jacket over her. She had not even realized that her clothes had become shredded from the transformation. She pulled the jacket tight around her body, folding her arms and feeling stupid for not realizing it sooner.

Her eyes would find you once again, glowing sinisterly in the darkness for a moment until she blinked and looked concerned. The taste of your blood still strong on her lips. With a soft sigh she let a small smile stretch over her lips, knowing you were much too head strong to allow a simple thing like pain mess with you. Tilting her head to the side slightly she watched you stumble and fall to the ground. She knelt down in front of you, her toes sinking into the fresh blood. She wasn't going to take her time but at the same moment she knew that the blood would draw other creatures to them.

She winces at your words as if you had physically struck her. Her eyes glowed, she stared at you unblinkingly. She preferred you in self denial. She reached forward, but hesitated, her hand withdrawing slowly.

"I know a place... It's just a little further into the woods... I'm the only one that lives there..."
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I would remain in pain, trapped on my hands and knees on the ground like some common animal. I have never felt this kind of pain in my entire life time. My emerald eyes lightly glazed over as I shift there gaze downwards to the puddles of blood below my, my fingers wriggling lightly as he feels your presence as you kneel down before him.

Hearing your words and knowing that he honestly has no other option he has to go with you, he needs your help other wise he will either freeze to death and die in this spot or the smell of his blood will attract things much more worse than a common wolf that had a attacked him before.

Using his remaining strength he would push himself upwards, first balancing and supporting himself on one knee and then using his strength to get back up onto his feet, standing there lightly hunched over, bruises on his face and hands from his stumble and fall, his eyes half open as he just stares at you lightly panting from being so hurt and exhausted he would merely nod his head to you.

"Take me there then….."
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She led you forward, thankful that you were agreeing to her pressure as she moved. Even though she was a large wolf at night upon her choosing, it did not change the fact that she was a young woman in this form and half-carrying you towards the place she knew that they would be comfortable within was seeming a lot further away than she first anticipated. She got a tighter grip around your side and trudged along, stopping for nothing and keeping her glowing and watchful eyes alert.

It could have been your stubborness that allowed you to get as far as you did even with her help but soon the sight of a broken down and old house stood framed against the dark trees where the sliver of silver moonlight danced along the earth and created a very haunting scenery that swayed with the wind and creaked as if from its own accord. She heaved you up the front steps onto the porch and nudged the door open. Ahead of them was a hall, wooden floor boards, and broken apolstry. Howeverm despite its appearence on the outside, the inside was clean and looked to be well taken care of given the location and what there was to work with.

Panting a little, sweat beads falling down her forehead, she helped you down the hall and into the sitting room where a single couch lay with old hand knitted covers strewn across the top. There was little light and after she had gently let you down onto the couch, she pulled out a pack of matches and started lighting up the candles and gas lamps.
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Words could not describe how much it burned at me. I have no markings, no wounds, but I can feel the overwhelming pain, it is unimaginable. I don't know what happened, my mind it phases in and out, tells me one thing and then straight away another, I don't know what's true or what, I don't know what really happened to me, it was all a bury, and the worst of it all is that I am still feeling the effects of what ever happened to me.

"Could this night possibly get any worse", I say mockingly as I roll my crystal eyes, using my sleeve to clean the mud and blood of my checks.

I don't remember how I got so dirty and how I got my own blood on me, there is not a mark on me anymore yet worst of all my neck is killing me. For some odd reason it bars the brunt of my pain yet when I run my hand over the smooth skin I feel nothing, no markings, no wounds, no bites, nothing at all.

I feel useless as I am quite literally dragged along without a worry nor a care in the world, my eyes glazed over as I would take in the are and the path that she takes. I take one look at the haunting scenery and my eyes widen a fraction, there is no way someone like yourself can live in such a rundown and broken place like this right here, even if the inside is clean and tidy it is still a disgrace.

"So this is your house then…..it's….nice…..", with all the nonsense that was going on, with apparent wolf attacks and full moons I half expected a cave, but this is reality not fiction.