Twirling under the moon Hunter felt free, almost young again. She loved nights like this, the wind was warm but not too hot, the stars twinkled above much like her dark orbs. The beautiful witch stripped off her clothes except for her black underwear. Running into the water, when it was deep enough she dove in. Floating at the top of the water, she thought about the day. Thinking she heard something she looked to her left, but there was nothing there.
Her mother and father were determined that she marry someone in the Coven. She thought it was most likely Charles, whom she hated. She was so angry, her hands curled into fists. She heard it again. There was definitely something there. Gracefully, she swam to the shallow end then stood up, water streaming down long legs. She should have known better to go off by herself on the night of a werewolf moon.
She'd never met a werewolf before, she was about to. Trotting up came the most beautiful wolf she'd ever seen. Hunter wasn't allowed to hang out with werewolves, her parents' greatest fear was that she would fall in love with one, after all, she was a rebel. The greyish black wolf hung back smelling her. That made her wonder how she smelled. She guessed it smelled the tea rose perfume she wore.
"Come here, boy," she called he was definitely a male, that was more than obvious. "Let's break the law and talk to each other," a devilish smirk crossed her lips as the wind picked up her hair. "Come here I won't hurt you," she opened both her hands, "no spells here."
![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}