The night was young. The moon was fat and high in the dark starry sky. Someone was running. Running, running, among tall strong trees, their leaves illuminated under the moonlight. Their heart was pounding wildly as they ran. Something was chasing that person. They turned and looked at their pursuer, it looked like a dog at first, but as it drew closer and closer, its features became clearer. That person ran now in fear and uncertainty. It was a wolf.

Sakura jolted awake so violently that she almost fell out of her bed. Her hands flew to her chest, clutching at it in a failing attempt to slow her thumping heart. She panted for air as beads of sweat ran all down her face. Her dream was so strange. It wasn’t exactly scary, but it wasn’t pleasant either. After last night’s events, being chased by a wolf was the last thing she wanted to dream about. Sakura soon felt herself calming down and decided to make everyone breakfast to get her mind off it, but when she tried to get out of bed, Sakura realised that she was holding something her hand. The princess slowly pulled her hand out from under her quilt and saw that she was holding a shredded collar from some kind of animal. “Hey, I don’t remember taking this to bed with me, and where did I get this from?” Sakura asked herself. She took a quick glance at the collar’s name tag: Snowflake.

The sun beamed through Syaoran’s bedroom window and on his face. Feeling the warm on his eyes Syaoran woke up and moved out of the way of the light. With a long yawn and a big stretch, Syaoran lifted himself out of the bed and was about to draw the curtains when he heard a knock at his bedroom door. “Come in.” He yawned. Sakura opened the door and walk into his bedroom. “Good morning, Syaoran-kun. Breakfast is ready down stairs and-” Sakura suddenly stopped, confusing Syaoran. Her face turned a bright glowing pink. Before he could ask what was wrong, Syaoran suddenly felt a chill all around him. Syaoran looked down, and all of the blood in his body rushed to his face instantly. Syaoran was standing before his princess with no pants on whatsoever, not even any underwear, and his pyjama top torn wide open, leaving nothing concealed. “Ack! Princess! I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t mea-”
“No, no! I'm sorry! I should've waited outside! I mean, umm...” Sakura interrupted him. However…the princess’ voice trailed off as she stared at Syaoran’s bare chest. Oh how she longed to just rub her face into it, she looked lower down him with hunger in her eyes. She had never seen a man naked before, or at least not in any of her feathers’ memories she hadn’t, but still…seeing how well endowed he was ‘down there’ created a strange yet somewhat familiar feeling in the pit of her abdomen…it made her want to…

“Princess? Are you alright?”

It took Syaoran’s voice to bring her back to her senses. Sakura gave him a quick glance then rushed out of the room and closed the door behind her quickly. Leaving a very befuddled Syaoran standing in the room, staring at the door where she had exited. Then his gaze searched the room for his pyjama bottoms and underwear, only to find them both on the end of his bed…torn to shreds. Syaoran walked over and picked up the strands of torn fabric and stared at the material in his hands with a ‘what-the-fuck’ manner. Syaoran’s mind spun in a fog of confusion at that point in time. What the hell happened to my pants?
Sakura leaned her back against the wall outside of Syaoran’s room, panting for breath and at the same time trying to shake herself free of her lusty haze. Just what was all that about? She thought to herself. Why was I feeling that way about Syaoran-kun like that? More over…just what were those feelings anyway? They were so powerful and strange…but, for some reason I feel as though I have felt those feelings before…

Syaoran clambered down stairs and entered the kitchen and sat at the kitchen table opposite where Sakura was sitting. When their eyes met each others both their faces turned pink. After what seemed like an eternity of staring Sakura coughed nervously then got up to place everyone’s plate of food on the table for them. Sakura spotted out of the corner of her eye that Syaoran had bandaged up his arm, it was still bleeding a little though. “How’s your arm?” She asked. “Oh this? It’s fine, Princess. The village’s doctor said that it takes a while for a werewolf bite to stop bleeding so he bandaged it extra tight.”
“Does it hurt?”
“Not as much as it did yesterday, but it’ll heal up soon.” Sakura smiled in relief. Kurogane was the first to come and sit down at the table. “Good morning, Kurogane-san.” Sakura chimed. Kurogane just grunted like normal. Fai was the next person to arrive into the Kitchen, followed by Mokona bouncing down each step of the stairs. “G’morning, Everyone!” Mokona greeted enegetically.
“Morning, Sakura-chan, Syaoran-kun, and Kuro-woof.” Fai giggled. Kurogane growled at him, Fai knew that Kurogane hated nicknames. “If it wasn’t so damn early in the morning, then I’d have your head!” Kurogane snarled. “Aww…you don’t mean that, coz’ then you’d never see my handsome face again.”
“WHO’D WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE?! STUPID MAGE!!”
The others just laughed at the usual comical antics of Fai and Kurogane. Sakura smiled softly then turned to the food cabinet to get her breakfast. Without even looking at what she had picked from out of the cabinet, Sakura dove her mouth into her hands and started eating for king and country. Mmm…this tastes really good! She thought. Really meaty and filling, in fact it’s delicious!

“So what are we doing today? Setting off to the next world?” Sakura asked with a full mouth. Syaoran wasn’t as cheerful though, in fact his expression hardened the more he read the newspaper. “I don’t think so, Princess. Listen to this: mass killing of livestock over at Woodruff farm. People believe the attack took place last night at precisely 12 o’clock, midnight.” Syaoran read out aloud. “Wasn’t last night a full-moon?” Kurogane spoke up. “Yeah. Another werewolf, do you think?” Fai chimed in. “I don’t know, but it wouldn’t hurt to check it out at least.” Syaoran replied. Sakura continued to wolf down her food. Crumbs and juices all over her mouth. Sakura swallowed hard so that she could talk. “I agree. Who knows what could’ve happened last night.” Sakura piped up. No answer. Sakura felt a little uneasy about the way the others were staring at her. Mokona was especially quiet, which was rare for Mokona. “…What? What’s wrong?” She asked puzzled. “Well, Princess. You must’ve been REALLY hungry this morning.” Fai coughed. Sakura tilted her head to one side at him. Confused. “Why’s that?” She said. Before Fai could say anything, Kurogane butted in. “Because you’ve just eaten a whole raw lamb’s liver, and six cans of the lodge owner’s dog-food for his hounds.” He told her bluntly and pointed a finger to her hands. Sakura looked down, and sure enough; in one hand she was holding a half empty can of dog-food, and the other hand was covered in lambs blood. The rest of the empty cans were scattered all over the floor. Sakura’s face instantly turned green. “Umm…p-please excuse me for one moment.” She stammered in a mixture of disgust and embarrassment as she brought her hands up to cover her mouth to stop herself from vomiting on the kitchen table, then she rushed to the toilet faster than you can say kuro-puppy.