While he was sitting next to her, he remarked that there was no point in being upset over something that couldn't be changed. But the fact of the matter was, once he got over his initial anxiety and shock, he found that he rather like it. "And you, how are you? You appreciate being a werewolf?"She shot his comments right back in his face. "'There is no point in wallowing in misery over something that cannot be changed.' This is how I came into the world.""So, when the moon is full, you essentially transform into a furry creature."She nodded."In what ways does it normally impact you? You didn't pull a Lon Chaney and start killing anything that walks on two legs the other night, so I'm going to assume you have at least some control over your behavior.“Yes. I've never had the overwhelming desire to go on a killing spree of any type, but I do feel the need to hunt, although it's usually just deer or rabbits and the occasional squirrel. Her cheeks became slightly flushed as she said t

to well up in her eyes, which she quickly blinked away. She had no idea that she would develop such a strong attraction to Phil. Her only idea was to disobey her father at that moment. Even if she couldn't pick her own husband, she could at least choose who would be her first lover on her own. She only realized, after it was too late, that she had been caught in her own trap. What had begun as a casual hookup had suddenly developed into something far more serious, at least on her end of the relationship. She quietly climbed out of bed and made her way towards the bathroom. The door was painted the same light blue as the walls, and there was no handle on it, so it was almost impossible to see it was there. She had no idea it was there until Phil interrupted their sexual activity last night and pointed it out to her. If he hadn't done so, she never would have realized it was there. The door was opened by a touch. After stepping beyond the threshold, she immediately locked the door behin

When they approached their room, Phil proceeded to open the door using the keycard that he had previously inserted into the slot. He cast a cursory glance in every direction, expressing appreciation for the drapes that helped to darken the room."Nice place." Gwen repressed a yawn while she waited for Phil to lock the door, and then she entered the bedroom after he did.Phil remarked, "I don't want you to leave the room," as he set the suitcases down on the flat wooden bench that was located at the foot of the bed. "I'm sorry." "Not in any way, shape, or form. Understand?”Gwen acknowledged this with a nod before hurriedly donning her nightgown and climbing under the covers. After another five minutes, she had fallen asleep.Phil quickly disrobed before climbing into bed next to her and lying down. He kept his eyes on her until the dawn broke, and then he ran blindly into the abyss of forgetfulness.Gwen sat up, yawning. A quick peek to her right revealed that Phil had, as far as the

"Phil," she mumbled to herself. "Perhaps it would be best if we..." The peacefulness of the night was rudely interrupted by a mournful howl, which caused her head to snap up."You don't have any fear of wild animals, do you?" Phil questioned with a sly smirk on his face.Gwen stated, "It's not just any old wolf," in response to the question. "That's my dad," the man said.Phil shot an eye upward. The night sky was illuminated by a thin crescent moon. "I thought the only time your people changed was when the moon was full?""At any given time, Alpha could shift."He grumbled, "You neglected to mention that little fact," as he pointed out his oversight.“Did I? A couple of the other wolves can likewise change their appearance whenever they want.Phil said, "I'm not worried about them," while dismissing his concerns with a wave of his hand. "Do you think your father knows that we're here?""I really don't know." Her eyes traveled over the mountain range. "I don't think that's the case. A

"Good morning," her mother greeted her with a bright smile. "I was going to make another stack of pancakes for your father when you called. Would you like some?""You're welcome, Mom. Is there anything I can do to assist you?"No, there's no need," they replied. "everything's ready.""Where can I find Greta?" They frequently shared meals with her aunt and uncle. "She has traveled into the town. "Brett accompanied her on the trip."Gwen made a small nod before sitting down across from her father and reaching for the coffee kettle. It was business as usual for him, with his head buried in the paper, which was exactly what she wanted. When she was anxious about Phil's location, she was not in the mood for meaningless small talk at all. She was focused on finding him.She took a drink of her coffee, which was exactly what she required to get her day going and get her thoughts organized; it was steaming hot, full-bodied, and pitch black.The page was turned by her father. He made the rema