Sofia and Bruno arrived at the cabin in the woods around three in the afternoon, where they would spend the long weekend together.

The location was far from any paved road, but the old pickup truck, despite its age, was sturdy and handled the bumps and mud pits along the way well.

The cabin, hidden among tall and leafy trees, had a rustic yet cozy atmosphere.

Sofia jumped out of the truck, her brown eyes gleaming with excitement. It wasn’t their first weekend together, but there was something special about that night. The full moon promised a unique experience, and she was eager to share it with Bruno.

"Finally!" Bruno exclaimed, stretching his arms upward and taking a deep breath of the fresh forest air. "Isn't it amazing?"

Sofia smiled shyly, filled with anticipation.

"It’s perfect."

Bruno opened the trunk and started unloading the bags and coolers packed with food and drinks. Wasting no time, Sofia grabbed one of the backpacks and headed toward the cabin. The door creaked as it opened, revealing a cozy interior with large rustic furniture, softened by comfortable cushions.

“While I finish bringing in the bags, could you check the faucets?” Bruno asked, carrying three stacked coolers. “They said we’d have running water, but I’d like to be sure before I start cooking.”

Sofia nodded, placing the backpack in a corner.

“Okay.”

With light steps, Sofia walked to the bathroom near the kitchen, a small but clean space with a large mirror and a white porcelain sink. As soon as she turned the faucet, clean, crystal-clear water flowed out, bringing her relief. She paused for a moment, looking at herself in the mirror, her brown eyes reflecting a mix of anticipation and nervousness.

“Our first full moon together,” she murmured to herself, running her hand under the cold water. “I’m finally going to see his other self.”

Sofia turned off the faucet and took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She knew Bruno loved her, enough to have revealed his deepest secret. She remembered the day he had told her everything.

At the time, she had been going through a rough patch and always found it strange that Bruno avoided her on certain nights of the year.

Worried that Sofia might suspect him of cheating, Bruno explained that he had been afraid to push her away but felt she needed to know the truth about his transformations during full moons.

After his confession, Sofia embraced him tightly, feeling the warmth of his body and the strength of his arms. In a soft voice, she murmured that she loved him, her eyes filling with tears, and assured him that nothing could change her feelings.

Bruno sighed with relief, a timid smile appearing on his lips. He asked if she was sure of her feelings, and Sofia responded firmly, reaffirming her love and assuring him that it included every part of him.

However, what Sofia never told Bruno was that she had always been fascinated by romance stories involving werewolves. Since her teenage years, she had gotten lost in books and movies, captivated by the idea of an intense and supernatural love. Discovering that Bruno was a real werewolf didn’t scare her, in fact, it only made her fall for him even more.

She returned to the living room, where Bruno was organizing the bags. He looked at her with a wide smile, his eyes gleaming with expectation.

“Do we have water?” Bruno asked.

“Yes, everything’s fine,” she replied. “So, what’s next?”

“I’m going to start making dinner,” he said, opening one of the coolers. “I brought everything we need.”

Sofia smiled, helping him take out the ingredients.

“I hope so! There is enough food to feed an army.”

“Or a very big wolf and the love of his life,” he said, giving Sofia a quick kiss on the lips.

For the next few hours, they worked in sync in the cabin's kitchen, preparing a feast. Most of the food was steaks, chicken, and other types of meat. The air filled with the aroma of garlic and rosemary, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. With each movement, Sofia felt a mixture of excitement and nerves as the sun began to set, casting golden rays through the windows, gently illuminating her face.

“Are you okay?” Bruno asked, noticing Sofia’s thoughtful expression.

“Yes, I’m just… anxious,” she replied with a shy smile. “It’s a special night, isn’t it?”

Bruno stopped cutting vegetables and looked at Sofia, his dark eyes reflecting a mix of love and concern.

“Sofia, I need to tell you something.”

She turned to him, curious.

“What is it?”

“The reason it took me so long to spend a full moon night with you, even after telling you my secret…” Bruno ran a hand through his hair, a gesture he often made when he was nervous. “It’s because I wanted to get more familiar with your presence so that my wolf side wouldn’t think of you as a threat.”

Sofia tilted her head, trying to understand.

“But I thought you were already used to me.”

“I am, but…” Bruno hesitated, searching for the right words. “The wolf is part of me, but it’s also something separate. It has its own instincts, its own reactions. I needed to make sure it would recognize you as someone familiar to me… someone I love.”

Sofia placed her hand on Bruno’s arm, feeling the tension in his muscles.

“And do you think it will recognize me now?”

“I think so, but…” Bruno looked down, his voice low. “I don’t know what I’d do if it hurt you.”

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Sofia felt a tightness in her chest at the sight of the worry in Bruno’s eyes. She knew he was opening up more than ever, showing his vulnerabilities.

“I trust you. And I trust that… no matter what form you take, you’d never hurt me.”

Bruno looked up at her, a glimmer of gratitude in his gaze.

Taking a deep breath, Bruno left the kitchen and quickly returned, holding a silver knife, his dark eyes fixed on Sofia.

“I need you to keep this.” He said in a darker tone

Sofia hesitated before taking it. As she unsheathed the blade, it gleamed in the cabin’s dim light, reflecting the determination in Bruno’s eyes.

“If something goes wrong… if I lose control,” Bruno paused, taking another deep breath, “use this — preferably in my heart or throat.”

Sofia gripped the knife tightly, feeling the cold metal against her skin. She looked up, meeting Bruno’s steady gaze, a mix of trust and love reflected in both of them.

“Bruno, I’m sure I won’t need to use this.”

He gave a sad smile, running a hand through his hair.

“I hope not, but it’s better to be prepared.”

Sofia sheathed the blade and tucked the knife into her jacket pocket, feeling the weight of the responsibility. She knew Bruno was trying to protect her, but she was also sure that he would never hurt her, no matter what form he took.

They worked together to set up the table outside the cabin. The night air was cool, and the full moon was beginning to rise on the horizon, casting a silver glow over the forest. They laid out sturdy metal trays, each filled with succulent, well-seasoned meats.

“I think we’re all set,” Bruno said, placing the last tray on the table. “I need to get ready before…”

Sofia smiled, feeling a mix of excitement and anxiety.

“Before the full moon works its magic,” she finished, glancing at the sky.

Bruno stepped closer to Sofia, wrapping her in a tight embrace. He felt her heartbeat against his chest, the rhythm mirroring his own.

“You know I love you, right?” he murmured, his dark eyes locked on hers.

“I know,” Sofia replied, her voice soft but firm. “And I love you too.”

They stood there for a moment, enjoying each other's presence. Twilight was giving way to night, and in a few minutes, the full moon would fully appear. Bruno took a deep breath, feeling the transformation approaching. He stepped away from Sofia, his eyes reflecting a mix of determination and nervousness.

“It’s time,” he said, starting to remove his clothes.

Sofia watched as Bruno revealed his tanned, muscular body. When he was done undressing, he looked at her one last time.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice full of concern.

Sofia nodded, feeling the weight of the silver knife in her jacket pocket.

She stood by as Bruno prepared for the transformation. The full moon began to rise higher in the sky, casting its silver light over the forest. Bruno took a deep breath, feeling the impending change. His muscles started to contract and expand, and an intense pain coursed through his body.

“Aaargh!” Bruno groaned, his voice full of pain and suffering.

His eyes squeezed shut, and he collapsed to his knees, his body convulsing. His skin stretched and tore, revealing a thick, black fur beneath. Bones cracked and lengthened, transforming into powerful limbs. His hands extended, his nails becoming sharp black claws, and his face elongated into a snout filled with pointed teeth.

Sofia watched, her eyes wide, her heart pounding in her chest. The transformation was intense and brutal, every movement accompanied by the sounds of tearing flesh and breaking bones. She had never seen anything so terrifying and, at the same time, so fascinating.

The werewolf finally stood, towering and powerful. His black fur gleamed under the moonlight, and his dark eyes reflected a mix of instinct and consciousness. The creature was significantly larger than Bruno, with defined muscles and an imposing stance.

“Awoooo!” howled the creature that had once been the love of Sofia’s life.

Sofia took a step back, fear gripping her as she witnessed the raw power of Bruno’s new form. The sheer intensity of the transformation left her breathless. Her hand instinctively reached for the silver knife in her jacket pocket, her fingers trembling as they brushed against the cold metal. The touch grounded her back in reality.

“B-Bruno, I…” she began, but the words caught in her throat.

The creature’s focus shifted to her immediately, and it began advancing slowly, each step causing the ground beneath them to tremble. Sofia’s breath hitched, her body frozen with fear. She couldn’t move. Her heart pounded in her chest, as if urging her to flee, but her legs remained rooted in place.

The werewolf’s eyes locked on hers. They are dark, intense, and full of emotions she couldn’t quite decipher. His thick, black fur shimmered under the moonlight as he got closer, his massive frame radiating danger.

Sofia tried to take a step back, but her muscles refused to cooperate. The werewolf continued to approach, his massive snout inching closer to her face. She could feel the heat of his breath, a wild and primal energy surrounding her.

“Bruno…” she whispered, barely audible, her eyes wide with terror.

The werewolf tilted his head slightly, his eyes softening with something other than ferocity — it was curiosity, an almost human emotion lurking behind the beast’s wild gaze. Slowly, he opened his mouth, revealing rows of sharp, gleaming teeth, a sight that made Sofia shiver.

Closing her eyes tightly, she braced herself for the worst. Her heart raced uncontrollably, and her grip on the silver knife tightened to the point where her knuckles turned white.

“Please…” she whispered, her voice trembling with fear.

To her shock, instead of attacking, the creature leaned in and gently licked her face. The warmth of its tongue against her skin sent a jolt of surprise through her, and her eyes snapped open. The werewolf stepped back slightly, its dark, expressive eyes now reflecting something tender and affection, maybe even protection.

The creature let out a sound that was almost playful, something between a growl and a bark.

“Arf! Arf!”

Sofia blinked, still trembling, but now with a mix of surprise and relief. The beast that had seemed so threatening just moments ago was now looking at her with a playful glint in its eyes. Slowly, the tension in her body began to ease, and she managed a small, shaky smile.

“Bruno…” she murmured, her voice filled with emotion. “Is that you?”

The werewolf tilted its head again, its eyes glowing with a childlike curiosity. It started to move around her, its massive tail wagging back and forth like an overgrown puppy. The black fur gleamed under the moon’s glow, casting a silvery shimmer over the scene.

Sofia watched, incredulous, as the werewolf behaved like a domesticated dog. It sniffed the air and then gently nudged its snout against her hand. She hesitated for a moment, then let her fingers graze the creature’s rough fur. It was warm, alive, and very much real.

“You’re a good boy, aren’t you?” she whispered, her voice soft and full of wonder.

The werewolf barked happily, bouncing in place.

“Ruff! Ruff!”

Sofia giggled despite herself, but then quickly became concerned that the creature might hurt itself or her with its enthusiasm.

“Stop!” she called out, half-serious, half-amused.

To her surprise, the werewolf immediately halted, tilting its head and staring at her as if awaiting further instructions. Sofia took a deep breath, her heart rate slowly returning to normal.

“Bruno…” she murmured again, her voice thick with emotion. “You’re still there, aren’t you?”

The werewolf responded with a low, soft bark, as if confirming her words.

The massive creature stepped forward slowly, its dark eyes filled with affection as it gazed at her. Sofia tentatively reached out, running her hand through its thick, black fur. She marveled at the warmth and the strange comfort she felt in the beast’s presence. Despite the transformation, Bruno was still there, her Bruno.

“You’re incredible,” she whispered, her voice full of admiration. “And I love you, no matter what form you take.”

The werewolf tilted its head, as if understanding her words. It leaned in again, this time rubbing its snout gently against her face, a gesture of affection that made her smile.

“Shall we eat?” Sofia suggested, gesturing toward the table filled with the delicious spread they had prepared earlier.

The werewolf barked softly in agreement, its tail wagging again.

“Arf!”

This time, however, the creature stayed calm, remembering her earlier command. Sofia chuckled softly, touched by the contrast between the powerful beast standing before her and it's almost docile behavior.

The night continued peacefully. Sofia and the werewolf enjoyed each other's company under the soft glow of the full moon. After dinner, Sofia decided to take a walk through the forest surrounding the cabin, with the werewolf following close behind. It romped around like an oversized puppy, dashing between the trees and rolling in the grass, always returning to her side for more affection.

“You’re such a good puppy,” she laughed, watching as the werewolf playfully circled around her, its tail swishing happily through the air.

Sofia eventually sat on a fallen log, watching the creature frolic. The werewolf soon returned, nudging its large snout against her hand, clearly asking for more pets. She obliged, stroking its thick, warm fur. With each touch, the werewolf emitted a low, contented rumble, almost like a purr, and Sofia couldn’t help but smile even wider.

“You’re so different from Bruno,” she whispered, her voice filled with tenderness. “But at the same time… you’re just the same.”

The werewolf gazed at her, its expressive eyes seeming to understand her words. It lay down beside her, resting its massive head in her lap. Sofia continued to run her fingers through its fur, feeling the deep connection between them. The night air was cool, but the warmth of the werewolf’s body kept her cozy.

“I think you’re tired, aren’t you?” Sofia asked, noticing the werewolf’s movements growing slower and its breathing becoming more steady.

The creature let out a soft bark of agreement, its eyes beginning to droop.

“Ruff.”

Sofia smiled, gently stroking the werewolf’s head, feeling the last of her own tension fade away. Above them, the full moon shone brightly, casting a gentle silver glow over the forest. The sounds of insects and rustling leaves created a peaceful symphony, lulling them both into a state of calm.

“Sleep well, my love,” Sofia whispered, feeling the weight of the werewolf’s head in her lap.

The creature let out one final contented sound before drifting off completely, its breathing deep and rhythmic. Sofia stayed there, softly petting the black fur, enveloped by the peace of the night. The connection between them was undeniable, it transcended his physical form. No matter what he looked like, Bruno was still Bruno, and she loved him more than ever.

As the first rays of dawn began to break over the horizon, exhaustion finally took hold of Sofia. The night had been long, but filled with precious moments. She looked down at the sleeping werewolf, feeling a wave of gratitude and love wash over her.

“Thank you for tonight,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

With a sigh, Sofia allowed herself to drift off to sleep. The werewolf’s head remained heavy in her lap, a constant reminder that no matter what form he took, Bruno would always be there with her. The night had been magical, and Sofia knew she would carry the memory with her forever.