Sorry about missing your post, Nightstalker - kinda slipped through the cracks there.

You have quite a lot going on here, but you tell it in a way that feels like a story instead of a summary. That's really good. Your TF sequence was both detailed and involved rather well. Great Job!

  Although your spelling and grammar are pretty solid, the scope of the post is difficult to read online. I might recommend separating your paragraphs with a skipped line. I've learned that reading posts online is much easier if the paragraphs are separated in such a way. You can skip 2 lines between "time lapses" so that they are noticeable as well. Though this will lengthen your post itself, it makes it much easier for your readers to read.

  That being said, you have a solitary feeling to the beginning of the story that overpowers even the shock of suddenly shifting form, and I find that very well done. We have as many questions as the protagonist does, which helps us relate to what she may find from this point on.

  Bring on some more, Nightstalker!

WOW im amazed..... i wish i could write like that....

Thanks guys
Been a while since I did a post, many pardons for it. Here's more. No idea if it's any good this part.
Enjoy though
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Stalker woke from her memory based dream to the shuffling of straw and clothing being discarded, her weary eyes not wanting to open to see who it was shuffling about, trying vainly not to wake her. A familiar scent fluttered up her now twitching nose. Jason.
She sighed and rolled over onto her side as he plonked himself down next to her in the hay, causing him to raise his dark head and look at her, his murky brown eyes cautious.
He smelt of smoke and earth more strongly then usual, no doubt he’d just come from the fire.
She could hear the others, specifically Isaac and his crew, walking along the isle, towards their pens, talking and laughing loudly, not caring if they woke anyone, most likely intoxicated, again.
With another sigh, she sat up, Jason still watching her intently.
She was in her werewolf form, as she was in usually these days. Brown fur rippling with movement, her golden bronze mane reflecting the faint lamp light, not that they really needed the lighting, they could see perfectly well without the lamps. She yawned, showing off an impressive set of snow white daggers, even by werewolf standards.
It soon occurred to Jason that he should shift to his own werewolf form, should she turn hostile like she had done previously, though, not towards himself.
With that thought, he turned and finished undressing, violently pulling his pants off, closed his eyes and commenced his own shift, turning into a slightly larger werewolf, his dark brown fur and black flecked mane rippling with the hidden muscles.
When the shift was over, Jason opened his eyes, turned, and looked at the soft brown ones of his pen-pal.

“I don’t always wake up cranky, you know� Stalker says, somewhat groggily, inspecting Jason in his new form and knowing why he had changed Though, for some reason, his coat always reminded her of dark chocolate.

“I know, but after what you did to that guy from the other pack, it wouldn’t hurt to be prepared� Jason replied, flexing his muscles as he remembered how hard it had been to get her off the unfortunate dog.

“It was his own fault he stumbled in here and stepped on my tail. He wouldn’t move his damned foot either� she mumbled, also remembering the incident from weeks ago.

A male from one of the other packs had managed to get into her pen, drunk as a booze hound and hoping to get himself a nice bit of sleep in what he thought was his pen.
What he’d found was an abnormally large female werewolf, plagued by nightmares, dozing in the hay
He’d still thought it was his pen and figured she was to be his company, so he’d started shifting into his werewolf form, stepping on her tail in the process.
She’d awoken with the pain, turned and in a blind frenzy, attacked him. He’d managed to fight her off somewhat, as he’d completed his shift, but she wasn’t your average female werewolf, as it had taken four of the larger males to get her off and restrain her, but the other male had been in a sorry state.
A week later, she had found him in his own pen, lightly bandaged, as some the wounds had been quite bad, and apologised for tearing him up. He’d taken it well enough, had even accepted the fresh kill she had taken to him, but she could tell by his eyes he’d be more careful where he trod next time.

“I guess you had a right to defend your tail� Jason sighed. The other guy had admitted to stepping on her tail. Just, no one knew where the sudden aggression had come from in Stalker; she was usually quiet and easy going. The viciousness in the attack was just beyond what he’d seen of her in the dodgy six weeks she’d been with them. She had a habit of taking herself off every so often sometimes their leader would go with her, but he always came back.
It occurred to Jason then, that he’d never seen Stalker hunt before, it caused him to wonder
“How about we go hunting tomorrow? Just you and me� It was only a suggestion, one he felt certain she would decline.

Stalker stared at him, puzzlement clear in her soft brown eyes “I guess we could, why you would want to hunt with me, I would not know. I’ve only ever hunted on my own or with Steven�

“Yeah, so? I haven’t seen you hunt. It would be fun� a smile was sparkling in his murky brown canine eyes. He was actually looking forward to hunting with another Were, that and she’d agreed to hunting with him.

“Nifty, tomorrow night, we hunt together for the first time� She smiled, her tongue hanging out slightly, looking very much like an over grown pup, happy with her bit in life. She was the strangest werewolf he had ever met.
She pounced then, landing on top of Jason, causing him to yelp in fright, pinning him against the wall easily, and collecting a gentle hold on his ear, her tail thrashing wildly in the hay.
Jason recovered quickly from his fright and struggled to get her off him, so as to turn the tables, and join more fully in the game.
Stalker stood a full seven and a half feet tall upright as a werewolf, Jason a scant two inches taller than her. She weighed more than him in both human and canine forms. She really was larger compared to most other females he’d come across, and even though he’d only really known her for a month, he considered her to be a great deal more fun than most of them, he just didn’t know if that was due to the fact she was years younger and hadn’t raised pups before. She wasn’t done growing just yet, either.
Jason eventually threw Stalker off him, sending her back a few feet, long enough for him to regain his stature and charge her, toppling her over onto her back, only to have them both roll out the door of their pen and into the isle, where they continued to play, yipping slightly, getting the odd glance from others peering over the tops of their pens, curious to see who was at play.
It wasn’t until they stopped for breath that they noticed a human grunting noise from down the isle at the back of the barn. Both knew what it was.
Stalker stood up and shook herself, loosening the hay from her fur, only to have it fall down and dust Jason’s nose, who was lying on the cement floor, causing him to sneeze.

“You’re going to see those guys again� It was more a statement than a question.

“Yup, besides, don’t particularly wish to stay here while Isaac does what he may with Lanie. Noise is only going to grow� she turns and heads towards the open barn doors.

“Hey, wait up! I’m coming for the walk� Jason scrambles after her, determined not to be stuck in the barn without a distraction.

As soon as Stalker steps outside the red barn door, she comes face to face with a broad, sand coloured chest and muzzle, with a pair of friendly hazelnut eyes watching her.
“Where are you two off to?� Steven asks cheerfully, his sand coloured fur shining with good health.

“Just for a walk, Isaac is…� she trailed off, knowing that an explanation wasn’t really needed.

“Ah yes, it’s a nice night for a walk, always is before rain. You are going into town?� Steven questions. He wasn’t bothered about where they were going, he could trust this pair.

“Yeah, we are. Might split up though, is that okay?� Jason asks, hoping Steven would be okay with it.

“Should be fine, just be careful of other beastials� Steven replies, using their correct term of animal shape shifters.

Jason stared at Steven, surprised by the answer. Steven seldom allowed pairs to split up when they leave the safe zone. If one lost control or was attacked, no one was around to help. He only ever allowed the older ones to go alone.

“Aye, aye, Captain� Stalker teased Steven

“ Ha ha. I’ll see you pair later then. No hounding either� A grin spreads across Stevens face as he walks past the two and into the big red barn, down the cement isle and into the third pen on his right.

The “barn� wasn’t exactly a barn, more like a stable, of sorts. From the outside, it looked like a classic red barn, the kind you saw in cartoons, but it was L shaped and massive.
On the inside of the barn were rows of pens, which were big enough to fit several large horses. The walls made of layers of wood and steel. Each pen was, in fact, a room for each of the werewolves, however, the pack members often matched up with someone and shared a pen, usually mated pairs. But friends, siblings and such stayed did so as well, resulting in “pen-pals�. There were only 21 in their pack; the barn could hold twice that amount.
With a final glance at Steven’s pen, Stalker turned and loped off at a brisk pace, leaving the clearing and going through the trees, Jason close on her heels.


Thirty minutes later, Jason jumps atop a house roof, Stalker doing like wise on the next house.
They scent the air, the noxious smell of car fumes and cigarettes assaulting Jason’s nostrils, causing him to wrinkle his nose slightly. Stalker barely notices them, concentrating on looking for two other scents in particular. Finding neither, she lightly sprang off the roof and headed down the road, keeping away from the street lamps, heading to a large skate park and, most importantly, the dirt bike tracks.
She took little notice of the skate park; to her it was just moulded concrete, metal railings and park benches. She’d seen it all before.
The dirt bike tracks were another thing, earth and clay piled high to make jumps and create ditches, packed tight by almost constant use, all of it backed up to the bush, sitting on the very edge of the tree line.
Stalker put her nose to the ground, finding a few traces of werewolf scent mixed in with humans and various others. Not what she was interested in, but good information none the less.
She concentrated on the human scents, Jason, who’d decided to follow from the house, watching her intently as she sorted through each human smell. She had a unique ability to tell the difference between individuals of other species, not many others had that.
Eventually she found a very faint trace of the human scent she’d been looking for; they hadn’t been there for sometime.
She raised her head, remembered what direction the house was in, and loped across a road and past various trucks and houses, Jason following.
She went past various streets, soon turning a corner and heading up a road, the house lawns here all being green from good watering.
She stopped in front of a house, her own scent heavy in the air here.
The house was red bricked, with a dark tile roof. It had a tree in the middle of the lawn, an old eucalypt.
She searched the drive way, walking up it to the garage, looking for the car.
It wasn’t there.
Jason stood across the road, hidden in deep shadows, watching for trouble. Stalker was more careless than him.
She put her nose to the ground, finding various scents, her chosen human scent heavier than her own here. She walked from one side of the lawn over to the fence of the next house, which was nearly black with the shadows of the trees from the other side of it. She sat and listened, hearing the voices from inside. They were laughing, but the one she was looking for wasn’t there.
She gave a quiet huff and stood, walking from the shadows, noticing something odd about the old eucalypt tree. One side of it looked like it had been put through a paper shredder. Curious, nose twitching, she inspected the tree.
One scent flared out from all the rest, it caused her hackles to raise and her body to tense.
Were-cat.
The strong, tangy, acidic scent of the creatures was unmistakeable. The shredded look of the tree most likely from its claws. What was a cat doing this close to humans?
This thought was soon slashed from her mind as another scent made itself present.
It was that strange mysterious scent, the one that she’d been obsessed with before Steven. Her hackles lowered a fraction. Something about it calmed her. She put her nose closer to the ground, trying to find it again, but it had only been a whisper.
She was puzzled. had it been there or not?
A low growl caused her to raise her head and look at Jason, who was starting to get annoyed and impatient.

“What the hell are you doing?� He whispers, annoyance and edginess in his voice.

“Nothing, smell a cat though. We should head back and tell Steven�

“Why would a cat be this close to humans?�

“My question exactly�

Stalker didn’t know much about were-cats, but she knew enough to know they didn’t like humans much at all.

“C’mon, lets go, I hear a car coming� Jason stands and walked off, glancing back to see if Stalker was following.

She trotted after him, her mind reeling ‘Why was that other smell here?’