The night descended like an enchanted net draped over the earth, filled with an eerie and mystical aura. A bright, full moon hung in the distant sky, shining brilliantly.
A full moon night.
Rocky stood by the window, gazing at the moon outside. His handsome face was expressionless, revealing no clues.
Sophia sat on the edge of the bed, watching his profile with a puzzled look, feeling slightly uneasy.
"What's wrong?" she finally asked.
He withdrew his gaze from the window and turned it toward her. "Tonight is the full moon." The werewolf blood beneath his skin was gradually boiling.
She looked back at him, not fully understanding.
A trace of worry flickered in his green eyes. "Remember when I told you I was a werewolf?"
She nodded.
"All werewolves can shift between human and wolf forms, but on the night of a full moon, at exactly midnight, we lose control and transform into wolves. It's 11:30 now—just thirty minutes left." He checked the time, his tone carrying a barely noticeable strain.
Although Sophia had long known and accepted the fact that he was a werewolf, she had never actually witnessed his transformation. Whether she could truly accept it remained unknown.
Hearing about it and seeing it with her own eyes were two different things.
He was worried she wouldn't be able to handle it.
No matter how much he didn't want to face this moment, he couldn't escape it.
He hadn't forgotten the look of terror on his first girlfriend Kelly's face when she learned he was a werewolf—her trembling voice, her frantic escape. Those memories were etched vividly in his mind, lingering like a shadow, an inescapable burden. He didn't blame Kelly, nor did he hate her, but now he feared history would repeat itself.
Could Sophia accept him after his transformation?
He couldn't imagine how he would feel if she reacted the same way Kelly had. He refused to entertain the possibility that she might leave. He couldn't bear to lose her.
"I hope you can prepare yourself mentally," he said, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly.
The last thing he wanted was to hurt her or make her afraid.
Sophia raised her delicate eyebrows, a look of surprise in her eyes. "You're going to let me watch you transform?"
"Yes." His expression was grave.
Sensing his anxiety, she suddenly offered a reassuring smile. She left the bed and moved toward him. "I'm not afraid of what you'll become. You can relax."
"Don't come closer," he raised a hand to stop her. "Stay there and watch quietly. From beginning to end."
Sophia stood still a few meters away, her sincere eyes fixed on Rocky's face. "I'll prove what I said—no matter what form you take, to me, you will always be Rocky."
Her voice was soft, but each word struck deep into Rocky's heart, calming his unease.
As soon as she finished speaking, she noticed short gray fur beginning to sprout on the back of his raised hand. Slowly, gradually, it grew longer—on his face, his body, everywhere. His clothes tore apart.
Finally, she saw a proud, imposing giant gray wolf standing before her.
The only thing unchanged was those green eyes.
This was Rocky's other form.
Rocky's feet were rooted to the spot, not moving an inch. His entire body was tense.
He didn't dare risk approaching her, afraid he might frighten her.
For a long moment, human and wolf stood facing each other. Then Sophia took a step forward, closing the distance between them.
He held his breath as she moved.
She walked straight up to the large gray wolf and stopped. Without hesitation, she opened her arms and embraced it firmly, pressing her cheek against its soft, long fur.
His rigid body instantly softened. His long-guarded heart was finally set free.
"Was this what you were worried about all along? You should have told me earlier. Then you wouldn't have had to suffer through all that anxiety for nothing." Her heart ached for the pain he had endured, but she couldn't help complaining a little. "Did you really not trust me?"
The large gray wolf shook its head urgently.
It wasn't that he didn't trust her—it was his fear of losing her that held him back.
Past experiences had left faint shadows in his heart, shadows he couldn't shake.
Her intense gaze burned into him. "Is this also why you've been so passionate but never slept with me?"
The large gray wolf nodded, its green eyes gentle as water.
Because he loved her, he had restrained his desire to touch her. Until she fully accepted every part of him, he couldn't selfishly claim her. He didn't want her to regret it later.
The wolf's gaze was tender, heart-stirring. It made her hold him even tighter.
"Stay tonight," she whispered.
The wolf's green eyes lit up. Was she offering herself to him?
She read desire in those green eyes and blushed, quickly adding, "On one condition—you can't change back to your human form in the middle of the night. Deal?"
The wolf's head drooped in disappointment.
He'd gotten his hopes up for nothing. Having to stay in wolf form all night beside her meant he couldn't do anything.
Still, it was better than nothing.
Besides, there would be plenty of time in the future. He would have many opportunities—no need to rush now.
"If you don't want to, then forget it," she said lightly.
Rocky responded with action. In a flash, he was on the bed, finding a comfortable spot and striking a "seductive" pose.
In truth, he understood her intention. She wanted to prove that she truly, wholeheartedly accepted his other identity—the wolf. He felt both grateful and deeply moved, his heart squeezed tight with a faint ache. This ache meant happiness.
Sophia couldn't help laughing. "Stop posing like that, or I'll be up all night laughing until morning." Then she climbed into bed and lay down.
Hearing this, Rocky had no choice but to adopt a more normal position and lie down beside her.
A long, long time later, he heard Sophia's soft, steady breathing beside him. He knew she was asleep.
He gazed intently at her sleeping face, feeling a slow seep of happiness in his heart.
Loving her was the beginning of happiness.
His true love had come later than it did for other werewolves, so he should cherish it all the more.
Rocky slowly closed his eyes, and a blissful smile bloomed on his lips.