As the days passed, Emily and I grew closer, our bond strengthening with each passing moment. We spent our days exploring the woods, holding hands, and talking about our dreams and aspirations.
But despite our growing closeness, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was hiding something from Emily. I was still struggling to control my transformations, and I was terrified of hurting her.
One day, as we were walking through the woods, Emily turned to me with a curious expression. "Ethan, can I ask you something?" she said.
I nodded, feeling a sense of trepidation. "Of course, Emily. What is it?"
Emily hesitated, her eyes searching mine. "I've noticed that you've been acting strange lately," she said. "You've been distant, and sometimes you seem...different."
I felt a pang of anxiety, knowing that Emily had noticed the changes in me. "What do you mean?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
Emily's eyes narrowed. "I mean, sometimes you seem more...aggressive," she said. "And your eyes seem to change color. They seem to...glow."
I felt a shiver run down my spine as Emily described the changes she had noticed in me. I knew that I had to tell her the truth, no matter how difficult it might be.
"Emily, I have something to tell you," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
Emily's eyes locked onto mine, her expression serious. "What is it, Ethan?" she asked.
I took a deep breath, trying to gather my courage. "I'm a werewolf," I said, the words feeling strange and foreign on my lips.
Emily's eyes widened in shock, and she took a step backward. "A werewolf?" she repeated. "Ethan, what are you talking about?"
I sighed, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. "I'm talking about the fact that I can transform into a wolf," I said. "It's a curse, Emily. A curse that's been passed down through my family for generations."
Emily's eyes were wide with fascination, and she took a step forward. "A curse?" she repeated. "What kind of curse?"
I shrugged, feeling a sense of helplessness. "I don't know," I said. "I've been trying to figure it out, but I haven't been able to find any answers."
Emily's eyes locked onto mine, her expression serious. "I believe you, Ethan," she said. "I believe that you're telling the truth."
I felt a sense of relief wash over me, knowing that Emily believed me. "Thank you, Emily," I said. "Thank you for understanding."
Emily smiled, and she reached out to touch my face. "I'll always understand you, Ethan," she said. "I'll always be here for you."
As we stood there, looking into each other's eyes, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. I knew that I had found my soulmate in Emily, and that she would always be there to support me.
But as the full moon rose high in the sky, I knew that I had to be careful. I had to make sure that I didn't lose control, that I didn't hurt Emily.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. I knew that I could do this, that I could control my transformations.
But as the moon continued to rise, I felt my body begin to change. I felt my senses heighten, my muscles grow stronger.
And I knew that I was in trouble.
"Emily, I have to go," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
Emily's eyes locked onto mine, her expression concerned. "What's wrong, Ethan?" she asked.
I shook my head, feeling a sense of desperation. "I don't know," I said. "I just know that I have to get out of here."
Emily nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. "Okay, Ethan," she said. "I'll come with you."
But I knew that I couldn't let her do that. I knew that I had to protect her, no matter what.
"No, Emily," I said, my voice firm. "You have to stay here. You have to stay safe."
Emily's eyes flashed with anger, but she nodded. "Okay, Ethan," she said. "I'll stay here."
I nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. I knew that I had to get out of there, to get as far away from Emily as possible.
So I turned and ran, feeling the moon's power coursing through my veins. I was a werewolf, and I was unstoppable.
As I ran through the woods, I felt my body begin to change. I felt my senses heighten, my muscles grow stronger...