Currently part of a roleplay with CH. I'll be putting my own female character in here for the romance just to see what I can do with it. -Is obsessed with werewolves after watching Red Riding Hood- 

The moonlight rippled across the wolf's fur and his lanky form shuddered. He blinked open his amber eyes and let out a gentle snort before taking off into the forest. Everything about him was screaming to run back to the town, to rip through flesh with his claws, to tear lives apart with his teeth. But he fought that instinct; he had been fighting it the day he had been turned. He would never be the monster that his creator was.

He could see his breath swirl before him like a smoke cloud, gentle gray wisps escaping into the sky. All senses were alert as his paws thudded on the forest floor, the only thing breaking the silence of the wood around him was his own heartbeat. All animals were silent as the great beast ran, afraid of the unnaturalness of what he was.

Finally, Alexander stopped when he reached his destination. He was panting, tongue lolling out of his mouth and muscles aching from the long run. But his eyes were light as he took the last few pawsteps to the top of the rock face. His wolf eyes wandered over the gray scaled city before him. The white lights of the city twinkled off in the distance and the darker hue of the forest came to life under his gaze.

He sat down on the smooth rock face, tail swishing idly as he found himself content. His amber eyes swept over the scenic view until the moon began to fall again. He glanced up, muzzle raised in the air and nose twitching as he recognized the powerful white light that lay falling in the sky. He pushed himself to his paws and shook his coat out, copper ruff detaching a few flecks of snow.

He travelled back the way he had come, paws treading softly over a new la
yer of white snow. His breath still curled in the air and his amber eyes burned as he made his way through the forest. When he reached the fringes of the wood, his ears swivelled forward to catch the noises being made in the early hours of the town. Bloodlust raged through him, but he shook his head and whimpered slightly.

All human thoughts were gone from him except that same sentence he had managed to bring into his wolf form. Do not kill. The moon finally set and the first rays of sunshine washed over him. Alex's pelt rippled and he crouched low to the ground, paws becoming fingers, fur stretching to skin. His clothes shifted with him, something he would never understand.

He gasped as the transformation completed itself, tiredness making him sink low to the ground. He took in a few ragged breaths before staggering upright and leaning against a tree. It was the same every time. The wolf inside of him was never tired after the run, but it all hit Alex like a wrecking ball when he shifted back.

When he regained most of his composure, Alex pushed his gray hood above his hair, hiding his haggard appearance, and stepped around the building of a coffee shop. Typically, he would head home after night and sleep for most of the day, but as he rounded the coffee shop, his nose twitched. The delicious smell of the coffee and freshly baked cinnamon buns made his mouth water.

He stepped into the shop and ordered what he wanted with a rather haggard breath. The store clerk was a young woman, probably his age. She winked at him as she got his coffee. "Rough night?" she asked as she handed him his cinnamon roll.

"I guess you could say that," he replied as he gave her the money. When she handed him his change, he dropped it into the tip jar. "Thanks," he managed to her before he collapsed into one of the chairs by the window. He took a sip of his coffee to keep himself from falling asleep.

"Excuse me?" Alex sighed when he heard the soft murmur of a girl's voice in his ears. He tilted his chin to the right and let out a deflated breath as he tried to fall back asleep. Sleep. Alex's eyes shot open when he realized he had fallen asleep, the smell of the coffee and baked goods around him telling the boy that he was still in the coffee shop.

"Yes, sorry?" he said, flustered as he tripped over his words. He straightened and ran a hand through his hair as he looked at the girl sitting across from him. A small smile broke out on her face, lips pursed as she tried not to laugh.

"Don't be," she said gently, a new light of sympathy entering her light green eyes. "My name's Grace. The store owner told me to wake you," she said apologetically. She scooped up a lock of ash blonde hair from her face and gently tucked it behind her ear.

"Alex," he said as he stretched out his hand. "Thank you for waking me up," he said as he attempted to bl
ink the bleariness he was feeling away from his eyes. The sympathetic gaze entered Grace's eyes again and she bit at her lip. Alex sighed and was about to open his mouth to speak when Grace interrupted.

"Would you like me to take you home?" she asked and Alex blinked, drawing back slightly in surprise.

"Uh, really, I should be able to get back," he said with a confident smile, but she shook her head.

"I'd feel better if I did," she said, cheeks taking a shade of light pink.

"Okay. Thank you," Alex said as he picked up his coffee. He frowned when he realized it was empty and he went to go throw the cup away. When he returned, Grace had buttoned up her red sweater and had wrapped a gray scarf around her neck. Alex shoved his hands into his sweatshirt's pockets and nudged open the door with his shoulder.