Her eyes flicker to the pointed teeth but she keeps her mouth shut on the matter. It was interesting in a way to see the transformation and not to actually feel it, like she was merely watching what was happening and not the direct cause of it, but she knew better than that. She knew that this was her doing and she was not looking forward to the moment when you realized this.

She smiled at the peaceful look on your face as you closed your eyes and descended into sleep. She took away what was left of the tea and cookies back into the misshaped kitchen. Oddly enough, it was quite organized, although most of it mainly consisted of sweets, no meat, but a bottle similar to one used for wine filled with a reddish liquid. She glanced at the bottle before starting to clean up. It didn't take her long, in fact it took no time at all, for she was too preoccupied with you to pay attention to what she was doing, and in no time at all she found herself staring at a clean but roughly assembled kitchen.

Peeking back into the room, she brought in the bed cover from her room and covered you with it. Kissing you lightly on the cheek she ran a finger over her lips, thinking that you needed to shave. She sat up against the wall beneath the window and let the sleep she needed take over her, her eyes closing as her head lolled to the side, the silence of the night seeping into the room.
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I waited, I don't know for how long, but all I know that it was long enough for her to drift of to sleep. My green eyes opening as I would sit upwards, rubbing the sleep from my eyes and failing to still notice any difference within my form. I would look over at her sleeping before me and simply sigh as I push my weakened body upwards and stand there, my head turning left to right as I look around the small living room I find myself in.

"This cannot be her home" I mutter under my breathe as I sneak by her.

Wondering into the hallway and looking around the light messy old broken down home. I know for a fact that something is off, with her, with this house, with this forest and even more worrying with myself. I feel different, I feel off, I don't feel like myself, words cannot describe the feeling that is rushing through my body, but I know within my heart it has something to do with what had happened tonight.

Everything is still a blur, but I will find out what is happening, as I would creep around the house, searching for anything, anything what so ever that would help me understand what is up with her and this forest. Then suddenly a chill would run my spin as I would hear the howl of a wolf singing to its mistresses the moon. I would freeze as I remember the attack, my hand clutching down on my healed, but still painful wound on my neck, frozen in my place as I shack lightly in fear for the wildlife beyond these stone walls.

"Something is not right with this place and her…….this is not normal." Again I mutter to myself as I overcome my fear of the howl and continue to search the house.
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Her eyes flash open at the howl. The room was bathed in moonlight as was half of her body. Had she still had her ears they would have perked up at the sound in the hall. Her eyes travelled to the door and her instinct kicked in but as she sniffed the air, she smelt nothing that would suggest that there was an intruder. Confused, she looked to the lounge only to find the cover on the floor and you missing. A low impatient growl signaled another howl from the wilderness outside. She looked out the window, hesitating to find you and instead wanting to call out to the night like the others.

With a small snap she slid open the window, letting the wind hit her face and to let the sound of the howling grow louder. She did not know how long she stood there and listened to the cries of the night. Although cries would not be a word she would use. They were serenading, a song to the moon and to speak with others like a great musical choir. A loud thud from upstairs shook her out of her daze. She looked up and muttered. "That was from my room..."

Silently she hoped that you were not in there. It was colourful, mismatched, but it was organized chaos. It was better than the rest of the house in looks but she had too many photos. Photos of people she knew, photos of those she couldn't remember, and photos dating back a very long time where black and white were the only things that could be printed upon paper... the time of her birth... her real life before she was changed. What made her worry the most was the fear that you might recognize her in the picture... what then would you do when you found out that she was not who she said she was.
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The howls had continued to break through the night skies and I for one did not want to wait around to see the creatures making the callings. I had to get out of this place right away, girlfriend or not I was leaving here once and for all. As she stirred and awoken I panicked and ran up the stairs, my head shifting from side to side as I madly look for a way out, although it does not make much sense why my body would force me up the stairs rather than out the front door,, but leaving from the most obvious exit of the house would of drawn her attention to me. I go through the only door that is before me.

Bursting through it I would freeze as I stare in awe the mismatched photographs. So any photographs of years by, I would walk over to one that draws me to it, an old one as I stare down at the girl within it, my emerald eyes widen a fraction as immediately recognise the girl in the photography.

"No way….." I mutter to myself.

My ears twitching…….unbeknown to me at that current time, but yes they twitch as I hear her making her way up to the room, I waste no time at all and I panicked as I just hurled my body out of the window. The glass shatters, the wooden support shreds just like my skin as I hit the ground with a hard thud. Glass littered my skin and the blood pouring out of me, not the smartest idea considering that my girlfriend seems to be not even human anymore.

I push myself up and I start running, I just run as fast as I can, away from this house and her and the wolfs cries. My eyes would catch a glimpse of the back of my hand as I notice the soft white fur breaking out of my skin, my heart picking up speed as instantly I come to one conclusion.

"The bite….it was her……that bitch!" I scream out loud as I continue to run.

In my head I try to remember and calculate the wolfs attack on me, how long did it take for her to change and attack me, how long did it take for her to become what she truly is, was it seconds or minutes I cannot remember, but all I know is that bite from her will seal my to a four legged stance for the reminder of my life if I do not get out of this place.
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She rolled her eyes as you ran, her footsteps making their way slowly up the stairs. She didn't want to spook you but she didn't want to rush you incase you did something foolish. Hearing the glass break, she sprinted up the last couple of stairs and burst into her room. Her window was broken and you were no where to be seen. She didn't need much to put the two together. Groaning she ran to the window.

"Idiot, he's only going to make it harder on himself."

She watched you get up, covered in blood and run. She could smell it, taste it on her tongue. She let out a low growl in her throat at having such a troublesome time with you. Her attention diverted as her low growl was answered by other wolves. The howls were still echoing through the woods. Her pack was calling her, getting closer with every step. Knowing that her scent was upon you and that your blood would no doubt draw them closer, she jumped out of the window after you. She landed easily, crouching down. Her eyes glowed, following you as you made for your car. Could she stop you or just let you run and leave you to forget this horrible night... but yet never be the same from it. It was tempting not to have to see the look on your face when you finally realized what you'd become but driving in the state you were, it would only mean disaster for you and those around you. Worst of all, they could be found out as being human wolves, something she was no willing to let happen. But she could find you... she could always find your scent, it was something she could not forget... you just had the misfortune of dating a werewolf. But that misfortune could cost more that what you were bargining for.

She straightened up and ran. Only the speed was not normal, her pace beyond a human's yet it required no effort at all. She smiled, sitting cross-legged on the hood of the car and waiting for you to reach her. Her eyes were still glowing, her demeanor the same casual playfulness that she always had around you. She hadn't changed from the person you knew, there was just a little secret she kept to herself, like any normal person would have.

Watching you approach, she was not going to let you touch the inside of this car. But she had no way of knowing how to calm you down.