How many could people truly understand the inner turmoil struggle that Raven constantly endured? She hardly trusted others and who could blame her? Every child naturally felt a strong tether between themselves and their parents, knowing who they belonged to, who would protect them, and who would nurture them. For a Were child, they felt a much stronger bond not with just their parents, but with all that were a part of their pack. The she-wolf could recall a mantra that all within her pack knew, and that all in her pack were to follow. 'Now this is the law of the jungle, as old and as true as the sky, And the wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the wolf that shall break it must die. As the creeper that girdles the tree trunk, the law runneth forward and back; For the strength of the pack is the wolf, and the strength of the wolf is the pack.' This particular mantra was to ensure that the bond between each wolf within the pack would remain strong. They were to hunt together, feed each other, care for one another, believing that they were truly Sister, Brother, Aunt, Uncle, that bond never to be broken. Everyone was a part of a link of a chain, and should one link be less strong and break, then they would all fall. Raven was that broken link, and they didn't think of her a part of the chain at all. Raven did not get to feel that she was accepted by her own pack or that she belonged. Raven was not cared for nor nurtured. She did not get to feel that bond that was so important at such a young age. She was lost, unwanted, and alone. That bond she was supposed to feel was completely non-existent.

When she met Tobias that first night she simply saw another Were, a Were that was unaware he was caught in a trap. She stayed with him and helped him catch a better meal after they got away. It was odd that he wished for her to stay with him that first night. Never before was her presence wanted. He gave her a net to sleep on. Of course they didn't sleep side by side, but Raven appreciated the gesture. Tobias was the one that introduced Raven to many 'first times.' First time hunting with another. First time sleeping in the same room as another. The first time she received a gift. The first time she gave a gift to someone else. The first time she truly cared for another. The first time she went on a date with another. The first time she received a Christmas present. The first time she went on a cruise. The first time she fought side by side with another. The first time she fell asleep side by side with another. The first time she learned to trust another. The first time she allowed someone to kiss her. The first time she allowed someone to touch her. The first time she allowed another too see her in such a vulnerable state, to see all that she was. The first time she fell in love, and loved another person. Over time Tobias, both sides of him, slowly broke down the wall that she had put up for so long. Those chains of self-doubt, sadness, and shame were slowly being undone, each strand of chain that was removed from her slowly helped the girl feel what freedom tasted like. Tonight there would be another first. Raven was finally willing to take the next step in this relationship. She trusted him completely, loved him entirely, and she wanted to show that to him, let him see how she feels for him, because no amount of words could truly express just how much she loved him. Tonight she would have another first, but it would not be the last of 'firsts' with her beloved mate.

Each gentle touch he placed upon her battered form left a warm spark underneath her cool pale flesh. As his warm tanned skin brushed up against her own, she relished in each caress craving more. She could feel that kiss speak in volume of the desire she had for her, and she gladly returned gesture, deepening the kiss to let him know of her own want. As his lips began to trail down her neck she couldn't help but grin at the anticipation, enjoying the feeling of his teeth sinking into her flesh, the girl liking this animalistic act of possession. A gratified sigh was released her eyes closing for a moment as she allowed herself to enjoy the sensation. As he ventured down farther with his lips she could feel his lips and tongue taunt and tease her. She continued to squirm enjoying this touch, encouraging him to continue, finding that there were some new things she could relish in. It was when she felt she should take control that she gently gestured for him to let her on top, and she was surprised when he complied...the boy hardly willing to let her take the lead in anything. The lupine was quite aware that having him on his back, in such a vulnerable position, in a way of poking his pride and ego, was something she should handle with respect and care. She wanted to please and so she did what she thought was best. Finding that touching him seemed to reignite that spark she was sure they both felt together when their bare skin touched against one another. Nipping his lower ear lobe was just the beginning of teasing her deviant companion. As her fingers stroked his inner thigh, she felt him move beneath her, keeping a top of him, with a small devilish simper on her mauled face. His sudden gasp was like a cheer of praise. As he allowed her to pull his pants and underwear off, she was quite aware that she was the case of his arousal, finding a pleasure she never experienced for, seeing the power she held.

Raven was not a bold creature. She was extremely cautious, careful, not wanting to upset or anger anyone. She wasn't one that wanted to rock the boat. The she-wolf knew she was playing with fire when she stroked him not once, but twice. Feeling his hips rock upwards, caused her to slide off him slightly a bit shocked and takenaback. It did not scare her, but rather made her curious, for the girl was indeed inexperienced. The feeling of his hand tightening against her hip, did help her get back settled, a grin appearing at hearing him voice fully appreciate her touch. As his arms circled around her a girlish giggle escaped her, as she allowed him to take her and roll her back onto the ground, the girl positioning himself underneath him, feeling secured. As his knee pressed against the inside of her thigh, she took a deep breath as a mixture of exhilaration and apprehension came back. Slowly she parted her legs, blue-grey eyes flickering up to his own, looking at his handsome safe, hoping to find some reassurance there. Seeing his golden gaze focus on her, and her alone, did bring some comfort back, feeling how his body began to lower close to hers. Her hands gently brushed against his side and then around his neck, ensuring him she was not going to stop him. As his lips pressed against her own she felt her nerves slowly melt, but her heart quickened, feeling his hand press against her hip, still keeping her lips to his until he finally entered her. There was a sharp inhale of breath, as she released a gasp, feeling the pain at first. It seemed as if the last chain on her was lifted, the woman feeling a sudden release of pleasure, love, and freedom. There had always been a strong tether between the two, but it felt even stronger in this moment. Finally they were no longer separate of one another. Finally she felt what she should have felt so long ago from her pack, she felt protected, cared for, and loved. The broken shattered woman finally felt complete. A small smile appeared on her pink lips, blue-grey yes looking lovingly up at him, hazed with lust, as her arms remained around his neck, bringing her lips to his own, hungrily, wanting more.

Raven Clocksworth.