The day slowly faded to night, heightening the depths of the growing shadows. The lonely château housed an abomination along with a pack of werewolves only for that night, that rather very important night. Within the forest that surrounded the cobble stone building, the pack wait patiently for the exposing of the moon currently covered by a gentle cotton of clouds teasingly revealing bits of the luminous light. The anticipation triggered discomfort, some, anxiety, yet still they remain, patiently waiting. Their alpha, Lucian Anderson, stood perched upon a jagged rock, facing the direction of the moon, also expressing a level of patience nobody, not even his mother, knew he was capable of. The abomination, a curse to both species, Csilla Merikh, stood by within the darkness as well, a few feet away from the pack, for she was still an unacceptable entity among the group and preferred to keep her distance. Slowly, the cloud moved by, unveiling more and more of the natural satellite until it was fully on show and the wolves howled, transforming into their beast personas. Csilla knew what her transformation was like. It was rather foreign to the pack. They howled at the sky jewel, filling the night with their cries directed to the sky, sending terrifying shivers down the spine of the listeners. Being a hybrid, Csilla spent most of her time as a vampire, only awakening her wolf side on the occasion she felt suited. She was strong enough to fight her transformation, even on the night of a lunar eclipse and she could at any given point in time. The only reason she even decided to transform was because all attention was turned on her once nobody in the group was in human form. Cussing under her breath, she closed her eyes, mentally preparing herself for the excruciating pain she was going to feel as her bones rearranged itself. The pack watched quietly, the gruesome transformation accompanied by the sickening sound of bones breaking and hisses of pain until a stunning wolf of gentle snow white fur and deadly red eyes, significant to being an alpha, stood before them slightly bigger than a horse. Her paws were as big as dinner plates with claws of shining silver, deadly mostly to werewolves themselves. Lucian, now in wolf form, howled at the night sky, the others following suit. Once they realized Csilla was quiet, they once more turned their predatory gaze to her. Welcome to tradition. Even in wolf form, one could tell when she was frowning. If they truly wished to hear her howling, then so be it. She looked towards the moon, closed her burning red eyes and howled. Most of the wolves yelped in pain at how loud and aggressive it was. Even the alpha had to put himself down and cover his ears. Once she stopped and opened her eyes, a small whine escaped her as she watched the pack recover from her ear shattering howl. She was very big compared to the rest, and only the alpha dared to be almost as big as her. She found it quite funny how he was a black wolf and she was pure white, yet he was not the abomination here. Lucian got to his feet, jumping from the ledge into the middle of the group. He took a couple of steps forward before breaking into a sprint. Lenore nudged Csilla in the side with her nose as an invitation to follow him. Only in her wolf form will she ever be excited about running. She took off, full speed after the black wolf, avoiding her vampiric speed at all cost. Focusing her energy solely on the werewolf side of her, she still caught up to him in no time, but killed her speed so as to stay by his side rather than outshine him like she has already done in multiple situations. Lucian seemed to understand what she was doing and nodded to her in gratitude. Though she was stronger, faster, deadlier than he ever could be, she still respected his rank and the image he needed to maintain in the presence of his pack. Maybe she wasn't so bad after all. The rest of the pack were a good distance behind, so the two slowed enough for them to catch up. The adrenaline filled run ended right back at the front of the pack house where all were panting happily, exhilarated from the exercise. However, she will never know what it feels like, for she didn't even have to breathe. Her almost silent, slow beating heart never changed pace. It was a fact, she was different from them all and most, if any, may still not accept her because of what she was, but at least, this once, she finally felt like she belonged somewhere. Being an actress was just for the thrills and the certitude that she truly loved acting. Sitting back on her hind legs, Csilla stared up at the moon quietly, listening to the sound of the others baying. Lucian walked over to where she sat, taking up the same seating position as her, doing his best to ignore the show his mother was putting on, tackling William to the ground and pulling him by the tail across the lawn. This behavior just had to be a result of her age, or her sanity. One by one, the pack members returned to their human form except for several sentinels who dispersed into the night to their original posts. For Csilla, it was a lot less painful to return to her human form than it was to shift into a beast of mass destruction. She did what she could to cover her breasts and her pubic region, awkwardly walking towards the house.
"Hey," Lucian caught up with her, averting his eyes so as to not make her feel uncomfortable. "How are you feeling?"
Csilla focused her attention on the floor, happy that her hair fell naturally, hence, partially hiding her face from his view. "I feel alright."
"You can fool everyone else...um.."
"Just call me Sil. And, indeed, you're right. My mind is on a more serious case."
He was rather curious. What could she possibly be stressing herself about after such a glorious night? "Care to share."
She stopped in her tracks, finally looking up at him before answering. "The Guild is after me..."