*Sleep claimed her early that night. After the long day of errands and running everywhere to get things done, it took it's toll on her, as well as spending time with her wee ones, which she delighted in. It was an early day, early to rise and it had caught up with her as she relaxed, reading by the fires light. Her eyes slid shut and soon she was off in dreamland.

Her eyes opened and she looked up into the sky, knowing she was in a dream as her house had faded away and she rested in a soft bed of grass with the stars shining brightly up before her, the moon full in all of it's glory. She stood, her eyes darting around until they came to rest on a pure white wolf. It was radiant in the bright moonlight, not a hint of imperfection to it as it raised its white opaque eyes to hers. She felt a trimmer go through her, knowing that this was a Spirit Being, and to stand in ones presence was considered an honor, for they only came as guides. She had always known the wolf was her Spirit Guide, but for it to present itself to her, fully, was breathtaking and for a moment, even in the dream, she couldn't breathe.

The wolf looked at her and then turned and started to walk down a worn deer trail, headed into the woods and Rebecca knew, somehow that it wanted her to follow her. Being in human form, it was slow going but the wolf was patient, and took its time. It led her through a thicket, down a hill and up another slight rise before it came to a stop just at the tree line at the crest of another hill. There it stopped and looked at Rebecca who had caught up and turned its muzzle towards the meadow.

Rebecca turned to see what the Spirit wolf was looking at and felt her heart catch in her throat. There, standing in the meadow, in the brightness of the full moon, was Remus, in were form. She glanced once at the White Wolf at her side and stepped out into the clearing, cresting the treeline and stepping into the moonlight herself. Were or Human, she would never fear him. Though she worried, worried of the research she had been doing, whether it would work or not, she would never fear him....never. She stood still as he turned pale yellow eyes towards her and seemed to sniff the air, giving a light growl. Back straight, she slowly took a step, then two, towards him, raising her hand slowly as she went. She walked boldly towards him, hand outstretched, and it was then she heard a soft voice whisper in her mind. So soft and gentle at its intrusion.

"Call his name, young one. Call to him."

So insistent was the voice, that she wet her lips as she continued to step towards him, hand outstretched, eyes locked on his yellow orbs.*

Remus....Remus, you know me. *she said gently, yet clearly, never once stopping till she had reached him* Remus...I love you. *she raised her hand and for a moment, time seemed to stop as he lowered his muzzle gently into her hand, allowing her to touch him. Her smile was radiant as she gazed at him.* I knew it was you....*she said softly, leaning down to kiss his forehead* I knew you heard me....

*Her voice wavered and echoed as the vision went dark, and she felt as if she were falling, until she sat up with a soft gasp. She was awake, back home. But she remembered the dream and cast her gaze out to the moon and smiled. She didn't have to fear its coming...and neither did Remus. Things would be alright. The dream had all but confirmed it for her, now all they had to do was wait.*

 

*Reading had always been a most treasured past time of Rebeccas. She could get lost in a book for hours and never grow bored of reading the same thing over and over if she really liked it. Books were an 'escape' for her, unless she was studying something, but even then, the learning that she gained from it was also an escape in of itself, for while reading such book on learning, she was there...in the material itself, soaking up each and every word as her brain stored the information away, needed for later. Such was the books she had been reading recently.

She was settled under a tree, out in the sunshine, with a book propped up on her lap, and two more open beside her. She had a pad of paper resting against the book on her lap, pen in hand as she read and reread the materiel. She had often been curious about her own kind of wolf, and had read as much as she could find upon it, but being of a rare 'breed' that inherited the 'demon's' blood from her Maternal Parentage, there wasn't much to go on. But Werewolves, however, there was plenty and it was this subject, upon which she had been reading.

Remus was a were, different then her and so that made her curious. Where she had been born this way, with the ability to change shape from one to the other, he had been bitten, and phased only with the Full Moon...which was a mere 10 days away. She embraced her wolf, and loved being in wolf fur, whereas Remus did not seem to enjoy his shifts at all, nor control it. She wondered what the real difference was between the two of them, and if there was a way to possibly help him, besides the potion he had sent for or her turning wolf and running with him, every full moon. Not that she minded, she didn't, but maybe there was something they were both missing. A clue that could unlock a whole other side to what they both were. It was a long shot, but still, she read and took notes. If it helped him, might it also help her?

Some of the stuff she read, caught her interest.

"A werewolf is is a mythological or folkloric human with the ability to shapeshift into a wolf or a therianthropic hybrid wolf-like creature, either purposely or after being placed under a curse or affliction (e.g. via a bite or scratch from another werewolf)."

Some were just plain ludicrous!

"One method of identifying a werewolf in its human form was to cut the flesh of the accused, under the pretense that fur would be seen within the wound. A Russian superstition recalls a werewolf can be recognized by bristles under the tongue"

And still others....made her bristle in anger.

"There are werewolves worldwide and they have traditionally been pariahs in the wizarding communities from which they often spring."

but then there were a few helpful things she read on, noting that the potion she had read bout, the Wolfsbane, that was used even on her during her 'demon' rising, was the most powerful potion out there, and helped to soften the blow of the change. She also noted "The monthly transformation of a werewolf is extremely painful if untreated and is usually preceded and succeeded by a few days of pallor and ill health. While in his or her wolfish form, the werewolf loses entirely its human sense of right or wrong." and that..made her pause. True, she never lost her 'human' sense of morality when in wolf form, but Remus hadn't attacked her the night they met. But then, she had been in wolf form then....and her high hopes dropped as she continued to read.

"A wolf is unlikely to attack a human except under exceptional circumstances. The werewolf, however, targets humans almost exclusively and poses very little danger to any other creature."*

Well crap...*she said to herself as her keen mind worked* Maybe if I started off wolf, and then changed.....*she spoke to herself, wondering.* He can't really hurt me, I am wolf already....hmmmm... *she made a note to come back to that thought later and continued on. The rest was fairly self explanatory and she was left with a lot more questions then she had answers for. As much about herself as about the one she loved. Why was she so different? Why did she 'keep' her mind during a shift and Remus didn't? What was the key difference between the two? There that question was again....she snorted and grabbed another book, she would think on this some more. For every question, there had to be an answer...and she would find it*