Falling for the Were Warrior

Nokwanda, or “Noks” as her family and friends often called her; was tired. She had in her own words searched for her purpose and happiness but still felt an emptiness… a void that she never seemed to fill. Truth is she was a werewolf, her family friends and everyone she was close to or had a relationship with was one too. For her this meant a life lived with secrets and at times fear, one could never let the humans know her identity. She was tired and empty but she was not alone. Samkelo, her boyfriend of two years adored her. He was slim but athletic built, had deep dark eyes, his scruffy coily black beard and mini afro gave him an appearance of youthful wisdom. He had a handsome smile bright white teeth but his dark chocolate skin was Noks’ favourite, she loved brushing and running her fingers over his dark buttery muscles. Deep into warm summer nights they would make love on his balcony, in the quiet of the night as he pleased and worshipped her body she would wonder how she could be so crazy as to not want to spend her life with this sensual and sensible man.