It was a dark night, my paws silently tapping on the damp ground as I was smelling the air for human blood. The bloody mortal i snatched from the village ran away but i could smell him and i was closer and closer. My dearest love asked for a sacrifice for one of her spells and i wasn't going to let her down. Of course i picked out a guy that bullied me when i still lived in the village. I knew his smell very well and that idiot is not going anywhere.

When i still lived with my father and too many siblings he'd abuse me quite often, mainly because he just felt like it, and now i understand that it wasn't about me but him but before i thought something was wrong with me so one day i ran away. I ran through the dark woods and cried. After dozens of minutes i came to a clearing near a lake where a nice-looking cottage stood. It was pouring and i was cold so i decided to take my chance even though i heard that the village witch lived in the forest. I knocked on the door and a young-looking woman opened it. I stood there in my wet, pathetic state staring at this beautiful woman that couldn't possibly be a witch. She invited me in and gave me some tea. It was an actual tea, which surprised me since i was prepated I'll get fed some potion and turn into a frog. Tomorrow morning she gave me breakfast and wished me luck so i returned home. Boy, my father almost killed me for running away but i just didn't care because i was thinking about that girl.

I returned next day with flowers to thank her and soon enough i was smitten. I would return every day with different flowers i picked myself and i got to know her better. When i told her about my father she offered me to stay with her and a chance to get revenge. By that time i was so in love i immediately agreed. She did some kind of curse on me and turned me into the creature of the night, a huge black immortal werewolf. She was nice so she made me a shape-shifting werewolf, meaning i can change when I want to and not depending on the full moon.

I remember that as if it was yesterday. Since that passed a lot of time. Our relationship has never changed. She made me feel loved and cherished and i would do anything she said. Such as getting fresh mortals for her cauldron.

I returned to the clearing where the cottage was and shifted into my human form. My wet bare body was covered in mud and dirt, my abs glistening and dark hair messy. I dropped the body in the cauldron and sat at her feet, resting my back on the side of that big cauldron and my head against her leg as she was mixing the potion and adding some strange herbs. She usually brew protection potions, something for beauty or poison. And would make me taste to see if they are ready.