I don't need a reason baby

there are no taboos
In lust.

The cold breeze infiltrates from outside to inside. passing through a wide open window while pushing the curtains out, bellowing outwards like a wedding dress. nothing usual with the pale moon peeking through as well, bright light plunging in and illuminating bare cheek buns. There wasn't a night were he lay in bed, nude and unable to sleep. he hated his human form, he preferred to stay canine. but he could not stay beastly all the time, not with Emma under his responsibility now. She was to young to leave along to long, not after that one night. young and wild, like he much was at her age, but he had never caused as much trouble as she did. drinking to have fun is one thing, getting drunk to forget was another. she got into the wrong situation and in the wrong club. she fought them and they almost won, but luckily the white pitbull they were beating, attacked them and saved his sister. outraged he stalked the bar for days fro those men to return, and when they did, he did not stay in the shadows longer. his dominant instincts took over, he had no control. he still felt guilt after that night because of him, 3 families would never see their friend,child,cousin,father ever again.

The scene was gore, blood, pieces all over the place. their screams muffled by his jaw, braking into their fragile skulls. he killed them in cold blooded murder, the anger to hard to control. what if emma's pitbull wasn't even there, what would they have done? he had a good idea and that what made him flip, she as only 18 while them, much older. disgusted by any though of that past scene, brings his skin to crawl, ripples running down his back. he wasn't going to get any sleep tonight. he pushes himself away from his humid sheets. he finally sits on the edge of his bed this his face in his hands. he was tired of not sleeping, not that the story about killing people disturbed him, but anyone from his family being hurt was the real culprit. he walked to his bathroom, leaning over the sink, with one hand spraying cold water across his face and chest. his werewolf hot blood made his body temperature a real pain in summer. he was always to hot, day and night in human form. this is why he wears usually nothing on top and a pair of jean shorts or boxers. nothing was working tonight for him, he finally gives up and makes his way to the front door, down the stars on his tippy toes.

The moment he is out of the house he lets his bones stretch, his body covering with thick black fur. his bones cracking and altering until his face is that of a wolf. spine and back legs becoming canine, pushing him to all four. once he is completely changed, his tongue flops on the side of his face, jaws wide open. swiftly he takes the woods near his home, today he would visits the south. he does not contour the bar where he massacre those 3 men, not even giving it a second look. his large size quite a handicap in a world filled with humans, he stick to the shadows. partially hidden white his raven black fur, his only dead giveaway was his shocking blue eyes. finally after a few minutes of paddling and running, he is out of town and making his way south. his peaceful walk does not stay quite calm like he wished. ever since he killed 3 men, odd people were after him. dark hunters, that's what they are, willing to kill for bounty. somebody wasn't happy that 3 of his men was mauled by a wolf. by the way everything was in place, the way he left traces of paw prints, they knew it wasn't a simple dog.

he does not wish to stay around and have them find him, they would not be forgiving that he was sure. he turns and dashes through some park, he looks behind making sure they are not hot on his paws. sadly enough he could see flashlights wavering in every direction, they are running after him. the only advantage to his size was brute force and his wide strides, making him quite fast. to fast to slow down when an imminent obstacle was in his way. as his huge chest slams into something, a shocked yelp escapes his lips, oh my giddy aunt! he thinks, as this run in takes him by surprise. he his sent into rolls, his body bouncing painfully against the ground, even with the soft grass the impact was hard. large claws try and dig into something solid and finally finds a grip, stopping his roller coaster ride. he looks straight ahead, the fuck did he run into. there is a dark shadow near the ground, was it human or ? he takes an uncertain step forward, his ears flatten against his skull. The boisterous voices of the dark hunters are getting close, he can't leave what ever he hit. even if he needed to flee, because they would be more interested in him then what ever that thing is.

before he could escape and leave what ever that shadow was, a pair of jaws dug into his skin. teeth ripping into his thick skin, eyes dilating from the pain. he yelps before grabbing on to what ever was on him. blood gushes into his mouth, as he crushes his jaw into the dog's leg. the smaller canine lets go of the wolf and tried to bite him further, getting his leg. he drops the animal and shakes his leg to rid of its pesky bite. easily his jaws come to into the back of its neck, his jaws crushing bone and skin. the dog yells, tries to escape as he frees hit's mouth from the wolfs leg. its only a matter of minutes does a loud snap echoes into his ears, the canine falling limp in its mouth. his eyes dilated, wild as he snarls. he drops the dead animal to finally face it, the shadow that he hit in the first place, stopping his escape.

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His truck - Werewolf eyes - werewolf coloring

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