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Being eighteen, it was perfectly evident how much autonomy we were allowed to roam the woods at any time we pleased, without overprotective guards on our backs.
We could jump between tree branches, play like little kids in the stream, roll around on the mattress without shame― especially that last one―, and howl to the full moon without caring the least what the other thought about us. No one could restrict us in any way other than to be careful when we approached the border to see me and Jason White.
That night was a special night.
It was a full moon that coincided with an eclipse, which would turn the moon blood red. The vampires were excited… And the wolves were very scared, as if it were a bad omen…
The vampires would enjoy that night, quenching their thirst for blood until dawn. Craig and I would enjoy that night in the tallest pine tree, howling shamelessly until we gave everyone around us headaches. Jason would sleep like a log that night, given the lack of celebration because it was a ‘bad omen’ since the moon wasn’t pure silver, but blood red… And that was disturbing for them, almost traumatising.
It almost increased their prejudices against vampires, and they almost blamed them as if they were really to blame for the moon turning red due to a lunar eclipse. Be that as it may... Our steps ran through the forest and the leaves, and the earth crunched as we walked toward the usual tree...
I had learned to climb after those four years… I wasn't as skilled as Craig, and most of the time I preferred to ride on Craig's back; but yes, I had gained enough skill to be able to scale a tree on my own… I emphasise once again… I prefer to ride on Craig's back… It's obvious why, isn’t it…?
He he he…
That night we didn't climb any trees, but rather a large ledge, a huge rock that jutted out of the ground and seemed to be the perfect platform for jumping into the water of the pond right beneath. As we howled at the moon, my heart raced with excitement, and I threw myself at Craig's lips, cradling his face. The dark-haired's smile spread across his face. And when I pulled away from him, my heart was still pounding against my chest. I took a deep breath to calm myself... But I couldn't... And suddenly, Craig's body turned furry, and in the blink of an eye, his imposing, gigantic, black-furred figure lay down on the ground like a tender, playful canine, lifting his rear end like a real canine eager to play.
Then he lowered it again, looking up at me from below, his head and jaw between his paws…
Tender sweet sounds…
I didn't quite understand why, but when I reached out to stroke him behind his ears, I noticed my hand and arm were covered in a thick layer of cream-coloured fur... I let out a sound of surprise, and a gentle howl sounded…
Craig seemed to laugh at that reaction and raised his head to rub against mine. I looked around to see myself and saw perfectly how my body was covered in cream-coloured fur, that excited me even more and I jumped a few times with happiness... Before returning to human form and cuddling Craig, who also returned human form, but remaining with his werewolf ears and tail in view, moving it from side to side, with a very wide and tender smile on his lips, he kissed me and I returned the kiss desperately.
“See how you weren't impotent...?” I drew a wide smile on my lips and almost ate him with kisses, throwing myself at him and throwing him backwards onto the grass after rolling down the entire slope of the rock we were on.
“I love you, Sweetheart…”
“I love you too, Honey…”
We both gave each other a gentle, loving smile…
After that night, our habit was to sleep in werewolf form on the mattress in that cabin in the woods, curled up in each other's bodies like a fuzzy black and cream ball. My body was so thick with fur that I was like a little heating pad, and Craig loved lying on top of me or being his blanket… And I certainly loved him cuddling me, showering me with kisses, caresses, and cuddles, so we both won in that equation…
Oh… And I have to say I did a little victory dance and twerk for the werewolf clan, rubbing their faces in the fact that I wasn't impotent. I finally got my fingers out of their middle and stuck out my tongue…
I had to run like a bitch so Stanley and Cartman wouldn't kill me― but it's because of jealousy.
THE END