Rage can turn to love

The rage courses through my body, my blood a boil.

I cannot control my anger as I begin to change.

I rip off my clothes as my hands begin to tremble,

my eyes turn gold as my body forms.

The wind licks at my burning skin; the cool night air replacing anger with anguish.

My body changes and forms into a horrid beast.

I bend my head back and howl at the moon.

I glance around the forest smelling the blood, and hearing its sweet pulse.

I run from the sensations, not wanting my wretched nature to take over.

I run and run and I run until I cannot run anymore. I slow to a trot as I reach my sacred spot.

I howl again as I sink to my knees, mourning and grieving for what I am.

THats when I smeel her, her essence so sweet.

I sit bolt up and look around.

I see her over by the falls, her golden hair like sweet waves in the moonlight.

She gracefully glides over to me and takes my fur covered face into her hands.

SHe leans down and kisses the top of my muzzle with her crimson lips.

A shudder surges through me as I get to my feet.

I pick her up and hug her to me not wanting to let her go.

I dash off into the night with the love of my life in my arms.