[ Claire watches the whole thing happen before her eyes, under the moonlight, her heart beating crazily fast in her chest. It's amazing, and terrifying, and fascinating all at once, that Derek is even real, a real person in this world she apparently lives in, now. A werewolf, like in so many fairytales and movies she's seen. But real, here, tangible, and waiting for her on the beach.
Claire forces herself to move, trying not to feel self-conscious as he watches her as she wades out of the water, naked as the day she was born. She shivers in the cool air, grabbing her towel and wrapping it around herself before too long, and then sits in the sand close to Derek, her fingers itching to touch his damp fur. ]
Hey, [ she says, soft, as her fingers reach out, curling around the back of one of his ears. ]
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Claire forces herself to move, trying not to feel self-conscious as he watches her as she wades out of the water, naked as the day she was born. She shivers in the cool air, grabbing her towel and wrapping it around herself before too long, and then sits in the sand close to Derek, her fingers itching to touch his damp fur. ]
Hey, [ she says, soft, as her fingers reach out, curling around the back of one of his ears. ]