Above,
In the night sky.
The moon of lore.
Hangs it's face high.

All creatures commence,
To it's worthy glow.
Responding in frantic galore.

The wolf of lonesome reign,
Treads lightly.
Careful not to be seen,
By any human.

Unlikely Beta,
Her soul torn immensely.
Love is her guide,
To her mortal seed.

Archaic one,
Hides her one secret.
Under the full moon,
She grows mortal instinct.

Phasing into a girl,
Young and beautiful is she.
Her body bare,
Under the ghostly moon.

Cringing at the sight,
She searches for him.
Her loving eyes,
Scan the forest.

He promised her he would show,
To give her one last request.
The request to keep her forever.
Bonded by rings.

A wretch like her,
She hates herself..
Her soul is cursed,
By the moon that dwells.

Suddenly..
Sounds of snapping twigs.
In rustles leaves,
Footsteps at ease.
He stands before her.

She covers her beauty,
By the way he stares.
Awestruck by his intimacy.
Craving her then.

A shy beta,
The archaic one.
Has met her mate,
For the first time..