Beast Mate
Cold spring breeze kisses my face, the moonlight clings to my skin, and I instantly feel better.
Barefoot, I step outside, feeling the familiar pull of the full moon, the forest, the smell of the night. Still feeling a little hesitant, I head to the nearest trees, and while I slowly pull off my clothes, I debate whether I am not making a mistake. Finally, I drop my clothes near the tree trunk, breathe in full lungs of the night, close my eyes and, hating myself for what I am about to do, I shift.
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