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Warning: implied slash, get over it, or get out.

Hungry Like the Wolf

I don't know when it first happened, a year ago? Two? Longer? I can't remember. It feels like it's always been there, this hunger. Maybe it has.

I began to notice it gradually, little things first, touches, shivers, heat. Then we left for summer break, and I almost couldn't bear it. The full moon came, and that's when I realized it wasn't just me, it was the wolf. The wolf was hungry. Desperate. But the wolf didn't know what it wanted, at least not specifically. I did. And there was nothing I could do about it.

For the wolf, it was a primal need. It's in the wolf's nature to mate, to find a partner. The wolf's need is animalistic, carnal, it's true, but that's not all. Wolves live in packs, after all, they look out for each other. They're family. Humans really aren't all that different. We want family, protection, love, but we can be just as animalistic as our four-legged brethren.

And I'm human, I know I am. I just also have the wolf inside. The wolf drives me. It drives me to hunt for what I want. And I know what it is I want. Who it is I want. I can hear him, smell him, and I want him.

During the full moon now, for at least a year, the wolf howls, calling. It whines in pain. It's lost, confused. And I am the wolf. When my pack is with me, I know what I want is near, but the wolf can't quite locate it, isn't sure. And I fear what the wolf might do if it knew, as my human mind and heart know.

The one I want doesn't know. He mustn't know. Wolves mate for life. I don't know what that would do to him. Destroy him, perhaps. Destroy me. There can be no us.

But the wolf wants it, and so do I.

A/N: Title from Duran Duran, great song. Maybe a oneshot drabble thing, I was listening to the song and had to write it. I might write more, though, turn it into an actual story. You know the rule though, at least 10 reviews or it stays like this. So please, review, and let me know what you think!