Evening is fast approaching, bringing with it the full moon. The change will happen soon and the final preparations are being made.

The bed is ready. The expensive sheets that usually cover it are replaced by the cheaper ones, some areas already showing claw marks. He notes that they will have to get new ones soon. He inspects the heavy chains attached to each post. To the end of each is attached a thick leather strap reinforced with more chain. To the naked eye, that chains are the only thing unusual about the bed. Both the bed and posts, however, are reinforced steel.

Heavy curtains cover the windows and thick padding insulates the walls to keep most of the howling inside the house. This is a secret they alone share. No one else can know. No one else would understand.

The revolver lays on the dresser, loaded with special silver-tipped bullets. He had protested but she had insisted - just in case. He picks it up and turns it over in his hands, hoping it will never be used.

The door opens and she enters the room, a robe draped over her shoulders but not tied in the front. Her flowing black hair still damp from her recent shower. She liked to be clean before the changing.

"It's time," she says. With a kiss she drops the robe to the floor and lays on the bed. His eyes drifting over her body. He wishes things were different, that they didn't have to deal with this monthly nightmare. But he loves her, and he knows he always will.

She extends her limbs and watches as he fastens the restraints to her ankles first. He does it lovingly, supporting her calf, caressing her ankle after the straps are tightened. Moving up the bed he reaches for a wrist. She startles him by taking his arm in her hands. Turning his arm over she reveals the long scar, tracing a finger along it with sadness in her eyes. He leans down and kisses her softly. It had been an accident. His own fault, really, for getting too close. But no matter how many times he explained it she still hadn't forgiven herself. Breaking the kiss, he smiles, wipes a tear from her eye, and returns to the job at hand.

He tightens the strap on one wrist and moves to the other, leaving her spread and bound to the bed. He pulls a chair over to the line he had marked o n the floor and sits, his hand resting on her leg.

"I'll be right here with you the whole night," he reassures her. "I love you."

"I love you too," she smiles back. "I'll see you in the morning."

Suddenly her expression twists and her face distorts. Her eyes change first. It happens in a blink, her blue eyes suddenly a sickly yellow, the pupils elongated. Thick black hair emerges from her smooth skin, growing rapidly. Her body begins convulsing, pulling against the restraints as she slowly goes out of her mind. A piercing howl fills the room and he holds her leg tightly, settling in to wait out the night

Welcome back to Blane's 13 Days of Halloween! I decided to go for a vanilla approach to the werewolf story today. Hope you like it!

If you missed any days you can find them here.

PS: Responses are welcome! Don't be scared. I won't bite! Unless you're into that.

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