BLUE, GHOSTLY LIGHT is all she sees around her. Her breath is clogged by her own will as depths of icy water swamp her. Yet she feels his fingers entwined in hers, and she knows.
She is not alone.
Arielle remains motionless underwater and lets the swirling springs take her under. She looks up and meets the white blanket of stiff ice overhead. She involuntarily squeezes on his hand and he moves closer.
Aaron turns her towards him and the freezing water warms somewhat. He gazes deep into her emerald eyes and draws her closer.
Her body melds beautifully into his and they seem the perfect fit. Her thighs wrap around his strong calves and his knee rests just below their juncture. Their hands hang at their sides, clasped together as the Sun turns the swirling water around them to an incandescent pale.
Arielle feels her lungs start to burn and she moves for the surface but Aaron holds her to him. She struggles against his hold but he doesn't let go. Bubbles begin to form around her as she slowly expires. She begins to shudder as cold water floods her lungs.
Slowly, she becomes heavy and black spots block out the light streaming into the hollow. When her eyelids begin to drop closed, Aaron lets go. And she sinks.
Arielle spots him through her hooded eyes. His naked body floats away from her, watery waves splashing across his muscles.
"Trust me."
Aaron's voice floats to her in warbled monotonous rumbles. A second later, his skin splits—literally.
From under the tones of smooth male skin bursts the softest white fur she has ever seen. The superhuman transformations merge into a stunning silver wolf. It floats around underwater, its wavy fur blending into slips of golden light that filter into the water.
The Deep swallows her legs and Arielle moves them upward, but her entire being is numb. She is sinking into a watery darkness when suddenly, she feels her... Her wolf.
Her ocean eyes glow in the water, and the sun's light is blotted out in a fiery green hue. Her claws extend and this time, they stay out.
With her eyes fixed on Aaron—her massive Dire wolf, Arielle lets Banshee take over.
She hears a rip and looks down. The sight makes her swallow a mouthful of freezing water.
The ripping sound didn't come from her dress.
~. ~. ~.
Fallon runs closer to the frozen Lake when she spies some movement. The hole Aaron created had been still for some minutes with an occasional ripple from time to time. But now, as she stares beyond, she spots something rise to the surface.
She peeks closer and registers clothes. But Aaron was naked.... Arielle.
Fallon instantly runs across the ice towards the hole without a care for the cracking sounds she hears.
Ten feet away, she feels a tremor that roots her down. She feels it again, rippling and powerful. The ice shudders but holds.
Another hit quakes across, and the ice caves in. Barely a second later, a colossal form of white barrels out of the turbulent waters, ascending a few feet up into the air before crashing down on the ice with enough force to split a skull.
She stares at the giant form of silver-toned bulk and intense metallic eyes. Fallon had seen this side of Aaron before, but up close, she could have sworn the wolf was as tall as her—on four feet.
It shakes its massive body and splashes of water fly off in different directions. It's fur turns shaggy and stand on end. After a while, the fluffy mane settles to a perfect arch.
The Silver wolf turns around on the ice and pushes it's nose into the water. It growls deep into the water and for the second time, a rocket of ice and water shoots up, announcing the presence of another wolf.
As the water settles in trickles around the new figure, Fallon sinks to her knees.
There is no way she wouldn't recognize those glowing ocean eyes. And all that hair.
The wolf lifts up and shakes itself also.
It's smaller than the Dire of course, but with a perfectly-trimmed bronze fur.
Slowly, Aaron and Arielle trot to Fallon.
She is still kneeling when they approach, one on each side. The brown wolf nuzzles on Fallon and she smiles.
Fucking beautiful Arielle!