Chapter Five

Amante POV

               The wind howls in the distance rhyming delicately with the soft sound of running water besides the big boulder of snow-covered stone. The thick forest behind is tranquil, not a sight of any living animals around. The trees are gleaming from the moonlight caress, wet and shiny and scarcely swayed by the chilling breeze of late winter. The valley generally looks captivating dusted in the fluffy snow with dainty snowflakes falling from time to time. I would have appreciated the view if not for the equally mesmerizing scenery in front of me. I am towering naked in front of my mate’s bewildered eyes. A cliché saying “the face that sinks a thousand ships”, perfectly describes her right now. Her jaw is dropping and a red blush is visible on her silky white cheeks. That shyness comes from her “accidental” glimpse of my proud manhood.

               My body is shivering out of control and it is not because of the chill surroundings. My desire is rousing inside again. Amaltheo is purring with an appreciation of the wet body of our mate. I fancy on her shyness trying to look calm yet I could smell her arousal, something she could never hide from me. I take a step closer to her. She did not flinch a bit! I hold her chin up and instantly get electrified by the sparks created from the contact of our skin. I needed her to look at me. I love the way her innocent gaze made me feel. I reach for her shoulders and gently remove the strand of black hair I found loosely hugging the base of her neck. The small hairs so tiny they were almost invisible rose at the chilling breeze that graces her nakedness. I never am wrong of her having the most flawless creamy skin. Not a scar can be seen in her body. Every curve is in the right place. Her breast is plump inside a pink brassiere begging me to rescue them from their sadistic confinement. I could not finish my lustful eye rape on her body. My sexual hormones are boiling my weak sense of self-control. I grab the back of her neck and pull her closer for a deep, wet kiss. Her sweet smell is encouraging another round of sexual intimacy, hot enough to shatter this serene cold night. I could not get enough of her. I kept ravishing on her tasty body savoring every single moment of pleasure and ecstasy. And by this time, her name seems tattooed on this heavenly spot for I had it rang soundly throughout the night. Allyssa! Her name perfectly matches the beauty she possesses.

               Dawn is here. The peeking sunrays on the horizon replaced the darkness of the place with its shining glory. I have not slept yet. My whole being is awake and does not seem to be exhausted after all the physical exertion all night long. On the contrary, I feel stronger as if I had just woken up from a deep dreamless sleep. I glanced at my mate, sleeping soundly and cuddling next to me. A small frown is visible in her perfectly curved eyebrows. Her porcelain white skin seems to be radiating a halo. I wonder if she is having a dream and if it is about me. I felt Amaltheo smirk inside my mind.

“ Why do I feel hungry now when I just had the tastiest meal served by this sweet little thing here?”, was my wolf’s tacky comment.

A fishy smell wafted through my nose coming from behind the boulder and my stomach instinctively growl in hunger.

“ My satisfying sexual desire could not satiate physical hunger, I guess,” I replied warily while moving away from Allyssa’s body.

                A surge of yearning sensation engulfs me as soon as I lost contact with her soft body. I search for her dress to cover her up and keep away the coldness of the morning breeze. She is whacked from last night’s romp in the snow. The stain of blood under her hips is the only trace left of her squandered innocence. One last glance at her beautiful appearance and I turn my back to the river. I went directly to where the stench of fresh fish is strongest. My watchful gaze found it leisurely swimming alone in a pothole. The plump body of about 2.0kg bluegill fish would not be enough for my big appetite, yet, being raised in a winter camp where food is scarce and rations were limited I had learned to adapt. This is much better than nothing. With one swift sweep of my wide palms, I grabbed the writhing fish carefully as I do not want it damaged. I removed its head skillfully and it stopped moving. I placed it down by the shore to search for more fish around. I catch two smaller ones after several minutes. I went by the forest wall to gather small bits of firewood and was lucky to stumble on some ripe wild berries and edible plants along the way. I start a fire using two warmed-up stones rubbed together vigorously to cook the fish. I would not mind eating a lump of raw animal meat but I could not stand the stench of uncooked flesh of a fish. I think my mate would appreciate a grilled fish for her meals as well. After a few moments, I found my delicacies starting to cook satisfyingly over the fire. The smoke coming from the half-cooked fish drifted through the boulder where Allyssa is drowsily starting to rise. I hastily calmed myself down as I felt a familiar tension in my chest rumbled when I met her searching gaze. Her looking ever more stunning every time I look at her will always be a mystery for me to solve.

                She looks baffled as she awkwardly steps towards me. Confusion is visible in her lovely face. I shrugs off her mystified feature and gave her a suave nod motioning her to sit on the rock I had prepared for her. The berries and edible plants are settled next to her. We both waited in strained silence for a few more minutes before the fish gets done. I gave her the half-end part of the fish and I devour it on the upper part. The gawky breakfast was filled with clumsy glances and cumbrous tension between us. She seems bothered by my nakedness. Clothing tends to shatter during the process of my transformation. An extra pair prepared by Marina before I left for the invasion slips my mind. I do not have clothes with me.

“Get used to it! You are going to see me nude most of the time!”, I casually tell her, that is to relieve the awkwardness in the atmosphere.

              I think I heard a muted choke coming out of her way. I glance at her and smirk. She is trying to conceal her embarrassment and uses her soft hands to fan her burning face. She is adorable! I wonder if she is aware of her charms.

“Hmm, that’s not it. I just, ahem, you look different from yesterday!”, her hesitant excuse which subconsciously pokes my curiosity.

“What do you mean?”, I ask then start to check out my body.

“The scar from below your ear down to your right shoulder is gone. And your eyes! It used to be brown with hues of amber and blue, but, now it seems golden-green and it’s amazing!”, she exclaimed. 

               Whoah! I don’t know what she is talking about. I don’t have a mirror to confirm her insistence. Yet, I get a feeling she is not lying. I do feel differently since morning. I instinctively reach for the spot where the scar is located. It is a horrible reminder of my terrible past. The slash from a silver sword wielded by a human hector healed slow and left that ugly scar. It missed an inch away from taking my life. I look at Allyssa desperately trying to get the painful memories with another human being withdrawn from my mind, bandaged by her serene loveliness. A scar from silver is unlikely to vanish just like what she just told me, but it would be nice if it is true. I am handsome and without that tarnish I would be Godlily. I need to check myself. I stand up from my seat and step out a little far away from Allyssa. She immediately does the same, expectant of my self-discoveries. I call my spirit wolf out once and I quickly feel the tingling sensation of my transformation. It starts from my feet becoming huge paws with strong, deadly white claws. Then a long furry tail comes out from the base of my ass and I feel the throbbing of my spinal cord. I crouch instinctively when my hands grow claws and stretch to be another pair of paws. My noble jawline, tilted nose, and wide forehead are being replaced by a big head, protuberant reddish nose, and puffy lips decorated by sharp teeth, elongated fangs. My delicate ears are now long and become leaf-shaped at the side of my hairy head. And, yes, I can see significant changes in my wolf’s physical appearance. My reddish fur becomes a silver-colored mane and I have white stockings on my paws. I shriek instantly at my discovery. This is not the greyish-whitish color that is regular to some wolves, but an actual sparkling, shimmering, silvery type of fur. The strands are thinner than a normal strand of fur. But it is the fine and healthy-strong kind of thin. Out of all colors out there, it is silver. This is one of a kind! I also feel taller, stronger, and more agile so much I think I can fly. I wag my now sparkling silver tail and it fascinates me so I tried reaching for it. I start turning round and round like a foolish dog trying to catch its tail. Ha! I am extremely happy right now. I jump and, oh boy, I feel like I have invisible spring under my paws! I landed glamorously several feet away from my origin. I smile generously and look up at my mate to see her proudly applauding my boastful act. I start to run. I think I am a lot faster now. I have finish encircling the gorge in just a matter of time. I want to explore more abilities my giant beast has in store for me. I stare curiously at the towering hill in front of the riverbed, mentally contemplating my next move.