Nocturne Summit New Bohemia

"Hit me," the tearful stranger said. "Chew me out and hurt me until you're no longer afraid of me." The Wildfire of before would have balked at that, shied away from it, no matter her personal duress. How could it help? What would it achieve? But the Wildfire of after only paused for the space of a breath before doing exactly what he asked. Right in the middle of his heartfelt soliloquy, in fact, she sprang at him. Her lips peeled back even further and she aimed for the side of his neck, not bothering with feinting or bluffing or any of that nonsense.

In that flash of seconds between the savage snarl that ripped out of her chest and the (hopeful) impact of fangs on flesh, Wildfire imagined he was someone entirely different, a brown wolf with wide, chestnut eyes and a broad grin that hid the monster beneath.

Sorry it's sort of short, eek! I didn't want to power-play or get too ahead of myself.