Idonea may have survived the first date, but it wasn’t without some damage. She rushed to her residence and crumbled onto her apartment's fake wooden floor. The change came quickly. She had no time to remove her clothes. Her clothes were ripped to shreds by the sheer size of her wolfly shape. She looked just like a wolf but bigger, maxing two hundred pounds and some change. Even the biggest breed of dog is smaller than her wolf form.

Her sheer size is what makes it easy for her to rally the dogs together when she takes them out into the woods. Lots of owners think she is just taking them on a hike, she just plays pack hunts with a bunch of dogs. Thankfully, dogs have an in-grain sense to follow whoever is the strongest or the boldest.

Now, she doesn't feel so in control of her lusty hunger. It has been over hundreds of years since she lost control of her transformation due to her emotions. This is what pups deal with, not a werewolf that is over five hundred years old.

Here she was with her control crumbling, and she bristled her beautiful maroon fur in agitation. Her fur is as red as her hair, with a patch of tan fur along her chest and legs. Her paws are even lighter, with sharp black nails that stick out against the white. She is more of a beautiful wolf than a beautiful human, as some of her wolf companions would tell her. Until she started to flex or snarl at them for making the comment in the first place.

She is doing exactly that now, agitated that she doesn't have the answers to these symptoms.

Pacing around her futon, she found no comfort within her to rest. Answers are needed, not sleep.

Eventually, a crazy plan came to mind, one that involved being stealthy.

It is crazy but she is going to find where he lives and snoop around this strange human. Who was he and why does he make me feel so stupid?!

She had to figure it out or it might drive her insane. So, she tried to shift back but her body wouldn't let her. Fine, she will just have to go about her sleuthing differently. Her head swiveled to grab and rip off any remainder of fabric off her furry body, leaving it on the floor for her to pick up later.

Then she padded over to the window. That window rolled outward on one side so all she had to do was clumsily grab the handle by the mouth and roll it. Pawing it gently after to get it moving till the whole window was open.

Her whole head peaked out of the window, panting. Yellow piercing eyes scanned for anyone on the roads. Seeing none, she hopped right out the window.

A werewolf can fall from great heights and not be in pain. She landed on the sidewalk with grace from three flights. The only issue, she didn't notice her landlady was just peeking out her window.

The shrill screaming was what she heard before the sickening smell of cigarettes wafted into Idonea's nose. Her head whipped to see her landlady at the window, screaming and waving a fist in the air.

"Get out!? Mizernej cokl!?"

Translation, miserable mutt. Idonea's ears flatten on her skull, her black lip twitching to display her sharp teeth. Only to quickly remember that her landlady will surely go to her room now to make sure that it isn't 'her dog' she is hiding. A whimper escapes her throat.

This might be the end of my residence... oh well. She loped away from the apartment, the ramblings of a crazy landlady growing distant. She had one goal in mind, and it was to follow the sweet scent and find out why she was so weak under it.

The she-wolf followed this scent for so long that the roads became woods, and she started to run around with less fear of being seen by a human.

It was weird that his trail led out to the farthest parts of the town, it took her wolf legs an hour to even start to see a house with an MR2 parked in front of it. This house is a ranch-styled one, massive with probably a couple rooms worth of space. Picket fence that is painted red all along the house. He had a very long paved driveway that she could follow right up to the house to get a closer view. The house is paneled brown with black shingles and a white front door, two floors high. There were a few lit windows on the first floor, suggesting that Leas was still awake in the house.

She paced at the first window she saw, craning her wolf head up to peek in.

Idonea really couldn't see past the curtains, but her ears caught the sound of footsteps and the TV playing the Late Late show. The man is on the move, his footsteps growing more distant as if he is moving around to the other room. Her wolf self moved to the next window.

These curtains were parted to show the kitchen. She cautiously lifted her head a fraction to study this kitchen. Her heart pumped when her sight was filled with the beautiful visage of a shirtless Leas Brennan. He wasn't kidding about taking his image seriously, his muscle definition is certainly too drool after. A long torso filled with rock hard muscles, rippling back muscles and a six pack for a stomach. Freckled pecks with hair growing along the curvature of his chest and crevices of his pectorals. A lovely hair trail went from his belly button and past the elastic band of his black pajama pants. His tattoos run past his forearms to the bulge of his biceps and upward to his shoulders. The trail of tattoos met at the back of his neck bone and flowed down to his spine. All tattoos of Nordic meaning, with the same dark bold color as the one she fancied on him at their date. He looked sexy enough to eat, even the distant look on his face as he washed some mugs at the sink made him more beautiful. Even as he was about to turn around to move towards the window.

Shit!? She ducked her head, her ear pressed against her furry scalp. Her hackles are raised from all the excitement.

She could hear him open the window. Sinking down on her belly and pressing her side against the house, she would hope that the darkness and this human's lack of senses that he wouldn't notice her.

She heard him sigh next, muttering a name under his breath. One she did not outwardly expect to hear him say out loud.

"Idonea..."

Thinking she had been caught by hearing her name spooked her enough to act. She bounded forward, away from the window in a panic.

It was a grave mistake, with him now alert and she didn't need to be so certain that he had found out her secret.

"Hello?!"

She hid in the bushes. If she could curse at her folly she would. Sitting very still in hopes that he would just shrug it off and go away.

No...this human is stupid. He retreated to his house only to return with a flashlight, pointing the light around for clues. He noticed her footprints on the dirt and raised his brow. He must be calculating what kind of creature owns these footprints.

"A dog?"

Seriously, that's your conclusion!? Idonea had enough with people thinking she was a dog. But that's the first thing that people of Ireland should expect since there are no wolves.

She could hear her own heart racing as this man retreated from the window again. A lot of nothing happened and she thought that maybe he decided to let this 'dog' go. Taking this chance to leave, she stalked right out of the bushes, padding back to the front of the house, fighting to decide whether to stay or go.

She didn't expect Leas to be right at his front door with a flashlight and a bowl of water. He wore his slippers out there. These slippers were plaid in color with dark brown soles.

The fuck!? Her body froze stiff, her piercing eyes shifting from Leas to the bowl of water. So, in awe of this kind of reaction that she forgot to hide.

He beamed the light on her, blinding her awake, and she backed away in a panic.

"No, it's okay! I am not here to hurt you." He slowly knelt, leaving the clean bowl of water on the ground for her. She stared at the bowl, thirsty but not enough to get close. She's stupid for getting caught in the first place.

"I am a friend." He flashed her a sweet smile, all his white teeth showing, the longing for some companionship darkening his purple pools. Her hackles lowered and she slackened her posture, keeping her head low with folded ears. Her tail lazily wagged, seeing his sweet smile always broke down her front.

A lot of nothing happened and she finally decided to sit on her haunches. Watching him intensely, she had only one option now and it was to play like a lost dog. If he thinks she is wild, he might call animal control.

Ugh, this is so embarrassing... To play a lost dog, she needs to act pathetic. She lowered her whole body to the ground, whimpering and wagging her fluffy tail. She then rolled on her back, playing the typical submissive play she'd see in the dogs she walks. It screamed that "I trust you enough to show my belly, please rub it.”

It agitated her that she had to resort to being a proud wolf. But her mind changed when she heard him close in and running his fingers along her chest and belly boldly. Her tail genuinely wagged this time, loving his touch even in this form. Her tongue lolled out, panting in excitement.

"You're really a cute pup. Someone will definitely be missing you." He increased the petting, making her legs kick.

ugh...it feels good. She rolled over to change to where he pets. Now his hands raked through her double coat. She whimpered when he stopped and looked up to see him pointing to the water bowl.

"Drink lovely."

Oh right. She padded right over and lapped at the clean water, remembering that she was very thirsty. Angry that a human assumed correctly... At least none of her werewolf kin will see her in this state.

He stood up to watch her, his smile huge. "Very smart too. Come inside with me."

Her body quaked at the command. Looking up at him with a tilt of her head. He can't seriously be trying to take a stray in, even one that looks more like a wolf than a dog. She was so tempted to turn back into a human just so she could chastise him. To tell he can't just endanger himself with a potential wild animal like that.

But looking at his happy and expectant face after, he kept the door open for her. It just didn't seem right to disappoint him, even her disgruntled immortal soul would agree. She padded her way in, inspecting every wall of this house with her gaze. The floor is carpeted with beige carpet in this hallway and leads out to the living room on her right. This living room had the Late Late show playing on his giant tube. The couches are black leather with fleecy purple blankets draped over them. He must hang out on the couch often based on how turned over the blankets are. To her left is the kitchen, with white counter tops and blue marbling. This first floor alone was massive, and she could see a flight of steps going both up and down.

"Come here puppy."