Here's another one-shot...one that I personally like more than my previous one. This is a character that I have been debating on whether or not to write about on here. He's one of my favorites, and I do have the beginnings of a story in one of my many notebooks...I suppose if enough people like it, it'll be a story. Please review!

Repetitive Loss

A meadow, a beautiful meadow fringed with trees and not a cloud in the sky; this was the paradise they had sought. Azázel raised his wolf head a little higher than the tall grass, trying to see the telltale black shape that was his wife, his mate. She was nowhere to be seen – she must’ve found a good spot to crouch down and hide – but he could smell her; he knew she was near.

The werewolf let out a soft growl of delight as he tried to find Lakira. After so many years of solitude, he was elated and relieved and utterly astonished that she was alive. He had seen her die, seen her laid in the ground at that death, but she had been in the strangest state, she said. She was separated from her body but knew she’d be able to go back to it whenever she wanted. She had been searching for him for so long, for so many years.

There she was. Azázel’s mouth opened in a wolf grin as he saw a flash of black against the golden fall grass. He lunged forward, grabbing a mouthful of tail just hard enough to hold on, and Lakira yelped in surprise before shifting to human and running, laughing at Azázel’s expression. Now, after all, he was only biting at air.

Soon getting over his brief surprise, though, the wolf shot after his mate, grinning again as he raced forward. He caught up quickly, jumping and bringing the human body down. His beautiful wife was still laughing even as she was pinned to the ground by a 200-pound wolf. That wolf turned into a man a second later, though, balancing his weight carefully so that he was pressed against her as closely as possible, but only barely leaning on her. His hair hung down around his smiling face, and Lakira swatted at it playfully.

“I missed you,” Azázel said quietly, the smile still on his face.

“I love you,” was his wife’s short answer as she leaned up and kissed him gently, but confidently. So long had they been apart, and finally they were together again.

The werewolf’s snowy eyes opened to a dark room as the remnants of his dream lingered in his mind. That whole scene had never really happened, he realized. His sub-consciousness had dreamed it up without his permission, and because of that, he was encompassed in pain once again. He had to remind himself that she wasn’t coming back; he couldn’t really fell her warmth next to him. Silent tears escaped unseen, just like they had so many times before, as he tried to force himself back into a numbing sleep.