A glance at the antique clock on the wall told him that it was almost time for Starfleet’s daily delivery of his schedule for the morning. For some ...reason, they were being hand delivered each night. Someone’s idea of keeping him on a short least he supposed. Still, if nothing else, it gave him a chance to meet some of the new blood in Starfleet that he might otherwise never encounter. He had to smile as he remembered how some of the newly commissioned Ensigns had been intimidated by his. His chuckle was deep and rumbling, she felt it through her entire being. Do you know what tonight is? He asked. Turning, she saw the wicked gleam in his animalistic eyes. As he flashed her a grin, she saw his teeth sharpening as black hair spread over his face. The full moon, she gasped. Have you ever been fucked by a werewolf after hes turned? Fenrir growled. No! Hermione screamed, the duel meaning of the word lost on her as she struggling in his iron-grip. Shed have never gotten free on her. “It wouldn’t be the same.”‘So be it,’ she says. Arlyne doesn’t say anything as she watches Trent dress for school. But when he grabs his bag pack and begins heading for the door without the costume she does become a little angry. ‘You don’t plan of taking me with you?’Trent grinds to a halt. He takes a deep breath before slowly backing up to look at the mirror. “I thought a day without you would be alright.” He looks away briefly. In truth, he wants to take the costume. He wants to wear it.. FreddieMy fun in the evenings with Fred were far from normal...it seemed that he was sometimes excited in the evenings, yet sometimes embarrassed and so not wanting to see me even enter his room. In the daytime, he seemed to not want to talk to me as if not to remind himself of what had happened. A week and a half went past without anything interesting occurring, I regularly watched him longingly from across the dinner table in the early evenings. We talked but it was never a lengthy.