Disclaimer: I don't own Cybersix. Nor was this beta-ed, so it's a bit of a jumble. Criticism appreciated.

Something was wrong. His bones kept creaking and every heartbeat sent pain rushing along his nerves. But why? If he could only figure it out. He absently touched the claw marks from the other night-strange that those didn't hurt when everything else did. His eyes widened and he drew back his fingers in horror. There were claws on his fingers! And his bones were creaking too much to be normal now-and his heart was pumping much too fast. His brain slowly caught up-the full moon, the claw marks, the room's destruction last night. No. that couldn't be-werewolves did not exist! No, No! He was losing himself-he could feel all higher brain function slipping away. No! All that was left was the panic and fear and pain. NO! He had to get out-get help. From Her.

He was buried in Nature's pulse. The hum of life, the thrum of powerful muscles and adrenaline, the extension of his senses past what the normal human mind could take. Even the whisper of air as the giant vase tumbled downward and its overly-loud crash was a sign that he was alive and using every sense he had. And it was all thanks to Her.

It was intoxicating-that call of the moon and his mistress. A part of his mind tried to remind him of another woman he had declared to help, but that part was just a whisper borne away by all the new sensations.

"Lucas. Help me!"

Was that his name? It didn't really matter-his mistress called for him, and he obeyed. To destroy that other…female. Even if she did seem familiar. A useless part of him wanted to betray his mistress, but she was the Alpha. You could not be a wolf and not follow the pack hierarchy. This cyberwoman had to go.

But the doubts would not leave him. He was at war with himself and thus he was weak. His mistress would justly punish him and finish the woman off herself. Still the other woman tried to protect him. But his mistress, the Alpha was stronger. He was losing himself again-he could feel it. If only he knew what that meant.

"Lucas"

It was a whisper in a sotto- voice, something he had wished for, for so long, the ache was a part of his being. He tried to bury it at school, with Adrian, but it wasn't enough. He woke up to dreams of that voice, and fell asleep imagining that voice in his ear. It was the sound of his blood pulsing, his heartbeat. Even in the animalistic state, rather, because of, he heard that voice. The one who spoke was his one mate, his one love.

But this time, the whisper wasn't uttered out of passion or love, but out of desperation, of fear, and pain. That desperation was like cold water to his at-war brain.

He could smell her fear, he would not- He would not let that happen. Even if against his mother/maybe-mate/pack leader, he could not let it happen. Even if it meant going against his Alpha, even if it meant going against the moon, and rebelling against its promise. Even so.

His body knew what to do, even if his brain did not

Coherent thought lost out again to the animalistic rage, and with a snarl he lunged.