He jerked and rolled, coming up on all fours on the bed. In this position, her head reached his knee and she was staring up into the face of a snarling beast who held absolutely no recognition of her. His gaze narrowed on her and she stepped back, they tracked her and he hunched, readying himself to spring. She started to shake, a new fear taking over. He was dangerous, and she was alone with him while her emotions were running so wild she had no hope of flashing away.

He rumbled and curled his lip, revealing dripping teeth, his hair stood on end, making his massive form appear even more intimidating. She wanted to run, but knew it would only make him attack. She tried to calm herself enough to flash, but her heart was racing and her hands were clenched with the effort it was taking to stay still. "It's me Henry," she said with a shaky voice.

"Lillian."

He gave no indication of hearing.

Oh what I wouldn't give to have the abilities I should have been born with. A normal Animal Elf would have had no trouble reading his emotions and flashing away from danger.

"Henry." She tried again and slowly extended a hand, hoping it wouldn't be bitten off. She cringed as he leaned forward and his hot breath brushed across her palm. A drip of saliva landed on her finger and she nearly lost it, but managed to scream only on the inside.

He snorted against her hand, as if her scent were too terrible to keep in. Then backed away from her and hoped off the other side of the bed.

Lillian looked behind her, measuring the distance to the door and the likelihood of him not seeing her run for it. She knew her chances were slim. She took a sliding step back, trying to make no noise. She couldn't see him. He had huddled behind the bed. She took another sliding step, then another. She was almost close enough to risk making a dash for it. A sound behind the bed had her rethinking escape. She stopped, one foot poised behind her.

There it was again, a very human moan of pain.

Lillian rushed forward without thinking of the risk if she were wrong. She hurried around the foot of the bed. Henry was lying on the floor. Having split from his wolf, he was completely nude and Lillian couldn't stop her gaze from traveling around the massive form. He was much larger than he had been before this long merge. He must now be twice the size of the kid he had been last she saw him unmerged. He had the body of a full-grown male and her body reacted accordingly. A flush of heat spread over her and reminded her she was a very female creature who had not been intimate with a male in a very long time.

Another pained moan from his lips brought her back to reality and she chastised herself for taking advantage of his obvious ill health. She knelt beside him and grabbed the blanket off her bed to offer him modesty, and focus her mind better. His wolf was lying close to his head, face pressed against Henry's face and whining slightly, licking his cheek every now and again. He looked at her with what she could only describe as pleading and she felt sick, knowing she had nothing to offer. Lillian covered his distracting nakedness with the blanket and kneeled beside him.

"If it were you I would have somewhat of a chance, but he is all man now. I can't heal men, only animals," she explained.

The wolf continued to look at her as if he expected her to fix it.

"Okay, I will give it a shot." She reached out her hands and felt for his energy, but got nothing. Humans were too complicated. It was the only reason she could think of as to why she was unable to sense or heal them. An animal was simple and so her powers were capable of discerning and manipulating.

Lillian pushed his shoulder length locks off his broad shoulder, her fingertips grazing his thick neck. He was a beautiful full-grown werewolf keeper. She ran her finger down his neck to his peck and pressed her hand over his heart. She may not be able to sense his energy, but she could tell his heart was beating strong. Her hand slipped slightly lower, under the cover she had laid over him. "I am searching for injuries," she explained to the wolf who, she swore, rolled its eyes at her as if to say, yeah, right whatever you have to tell yourself.

Her fingers dipped down to the beginning of the rippled stomach she had clearly seen earlier. He moaned and she pulled her hand away guiltily. "Can you hear me, Henry?"

He groaned again in response.

She was encouraged. "Henry, are you hurt anywhere?"

His eyes opened this time and his tongue wet his lips. He looked from her to his wolf, then tried to sit up. He fell back down and grabbed his head. "Fuck, that hurts."

Lillian gasped and jumped away. "No," she whispered, shock rolling through her as she stared at Henry.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his concern for her seeming to override his pain enough to allow him to sit up fully.

"Y-you…you can't be. It's not possible you're a—" she swayed on her feet, blackness creeping into her field of vision and a lump in her throat that thankfully prevented the scream of denial she wanted to let loose.

"Lillian! Lillian, what is it? You look quite pale. Perhaps you should sit."

Tingling erupted through her body and blackness overwhelmed her.