I love this story, i can't wait till your next addition.

Thank you Goldie and Grayle, your comments are greatly apperciated!

I step into the small diner and immediately my breath catches in my throat at the stench. Having a great sense a smell is wonderful, most of the time anyway. The scent of everything human fills my nose. The smell of artificial foods, dishes, and people and where they have been, disinfectant and so many others clog my senses. They pass through my nose and connect with my brain to only form a picture and then reaction. I shake my head in an annoyed manner and Sarah just grins, she grew up with this so she knows how to block it out while I’m stuck still learning. 
 
I look around to see it is a busy little place with the hustle and bustle of a big city stuck in a small town. A few men throw some suspicious glances our way then return to their commercial coffee and morning news. A heavy set waitress with ruby red lips and matching hair comes our way and puts on her fake smile, well fake to Sarah anyway. She looks me up and down and gives me a wink, as she turns Sarah looks at me with wild laughter in her eyes and my face of contorted disgust reflects upon them.

“So what are two beautiful youngin’s such as yourselves doin’ here?� the waitress asks in a southern twang.

“Getting some breakfast then heading home.� Sarah responds simply while opening up a menu. I do the same, finding it the same as any other diner I’d ever been to.

“I see, so what’s it gonna be?� she asks plainly while reaching onto her pocket and pulling out a pen.

“Four pancakes with sausage and bacon please. Oh! Can I get extra bacon actually?� Sarah hands back the menu and looks at the waitress who shrugs then nods. I pick up that the waitress is wondering how Sarah can be five’ four and one hundred and twenty pounds while being able to eat.

“I’ll have the same� I say folding up my menu and handing it to her.

“And some orange juice for the both of us.� Sarah says while picking some dirt from beneath her nails.
   
A playful grin plays across my face and she smiles back knowing my thoughts. I think of the night, and just the memory gives me a feeling of pure ecstasy. I want to change again, change into the big black wolf with shining golden eyes and a full mane.  I get anxious at the thought and begin to spin my fork in my hand. I sigh and put it down, relaxing and looking forward to changing again tonight.
 
During school it was a rare occasion we got to change, being in a crowded city we had to be careful and make special trips outside the concrete jungle. I had come to hate the city, even though I had once loved its hustle and bustle that matched my restless soul. As a werewolf it upset my senses and made me edgy so I learned to really appreciate the woods.
 
As the sounds of the diner grew louder I thought of my guitar and played it mentally, it always helped calm me. I was unsure still of what I wanted to do with my life, but I knew it involved music mixed with arts and movies.
 
I got a whiff of our order and our waitress exiting the kitchen, I could hear her foot steps drawing closer with the clicks of unstable heels. She rounded the corner and gave us that fake smile she gave everyone who entered this place. I heard my stomach let out a growl and I quickly picked up my fork and dug in, I saw Sarah give me a pouting look. I rolled my eyes and gave her my sausage and she traded me a pancake.

“What can I say, I love my meat!� she grins at me playfully and I give a little laugh.

As a werewolf we have become so much closer, I believe it’s because we depend on each other so very much now. As humans you depend on each other emotionally and economically basically, as a wolf, your life depends on your partner. The connection is greater then any other in this world, or so I believe.
 
We finished our meal and left the bill, and a few bucks for the waitress who would use it for some cheap cigarettes. As we drove back to Sarahs house I watched the scenery of woods and fields go rolling by, every curve and hill in the road reminds me of my wolf self and makes me look forward to the night. I turn to Sarah, softly growl and kiss her softly as she drives.

“We just finished a run! You have to wait until tonight for another one mister!� she looks to me with a, cause I said so!, look and ruffles my hair. I sigh and turn back to the window and plan for tonight. I want to be near suburbia tonight, it always makes the hunt more exciting and interesting by being close to the human population yet going unseen.

“Wanna go to Chardern tonight for a little fun?� I ask excitedly. Sarah rolls her eyes and gives a light laugh.

“You love this way to much, but I suppose we could play a little game of Spy tonight.�

I just smile.

I love the character development between the two, showing how close their relationship has become. The descriptions of the smells of the diner and how David noticed the fabricated disposition of the waitress was a great detail to include. I also appreciate the explanation of how close two werewolves can get as compared to two humans. Very nice!

  I did catch a change in tenses every once in a while, but that's where proofreading comes into play, so no worries there.

  I have to admit, the relationship between Sarah and David is really enviable. It makes me think of how I feel every time I watch the beginning of Fellowship of the Ring, with all the happenings in the Shire. It's like the home that everyone would want to call home. And this relationship is very similar - I can see a lot of people wanting a relationship like David and Sarah share.

  Very nicely done, Loup!

boy, you can really feel the love ebbing out of your words.

wow! i can't stop reading this! it's well written, and i too can't wait for the next piece.keep up the good work!