Chapter 8 Truth

• Sierra pov.
• Two days before the full moon, my heart was already beating fast, as if it had already happened. I never left the beast's side, determined to help him and make him feel better. The sight of him had always fascinated me, even as his beastly form emerged. His fur was thick and jet black, his eyes a piercing yellow that glowed in the moonlight. His scent was wild and musky, reminding me of the forest and the creatures that roamed within it.
• I walked into the kitchen, the aroma of spices and herbs filling my nostrils. I decided to make him dinner, hoping to repay him for his kindness. The sound of sizzling filled the air as I cooked, the bubbling of the pot and the clinking of the utensils creating a symphony of its own.