#cyborg lover

[cynic-eel]

idk what you call this type of character but everything about it fucks so hard

[captainpirateface]

Cat + RoboCop = RoboCat

Nuff said.

[monsterkinkmeme]

A werewolf rebuilt into a cyborg against his will now struggles between his animal instincts, machine logic and human emotion all at the same time, while on the run from both a band of monster hunters and an evil technological agency.

[mythologymonsterlover]

CWXH lover (pt.1)

...I thought of this while reading, and after watching the Netflix show Love, Death, and Robots. It definitely influenced this character I made, and I hope you like it!

warning: cussing

female reader X female monster

When I was younger, I looked up to my father’s creation he made. It was the beginning of a new era of science, and god, it was incredible. My father was the first of few scientist to actually make a full functional cyborg human being. He was working with a man that was in a war in Afghanistan and got his legs blown off; his name was Mike. He was a respected man among the military, but after the incident, his life spiraled into a dark hole. He was forgotten, and was ready to end his life. My father did not give up on Mike however, and promised Mike he would make him better, happier. It took many years of accidents and fall backs in my father’s research, but he kept his word to Mike and gave him a new pair of functional legs. They were so well made to connect to the neurons in Mike’s legs, that they were just as good as the real thing, maybe even better. After that day, many other scientist that also made a breakthrough with merging robotic to organic life were prized for their new creations. This caused my father to become famous, and not show up to our home for many days..or even months. I was left usually to make dinner myself, do my homework myself, and get to school myself. I understand that he could not be their for his daughter that much anymore, and I never once cried or bugged him about it. No, I honestly bottled it up inside and allowed myself to feel the loneliness. When I was fourteen though, that's when it everything felt too real. I just got home and turned on my TV, just to see a news anchor reporting a shooting at my father's company. I prayed so hard that my father was alright, but it was too good to be true. A picture of my father, and many other victims who had been confirmed dead, popped up on my TV screen. To recall all my emotions I felt when he was not going to be in my life anymore, Is too hard to recall. Not that I forgot them, but my mind became so numb after that, I didn’t let myself feel much of anything.

As my youthful years of being fourteen to an eighteen year old girl passed, I had one of my fathers maids take me in as her own. She provided for me as I went to private schools to get the most elite education on science and technology. I asked to focus on these electives the most because when I was born, It was all I ever heard my father talk about. It was one of the few things that made me feel happy since it reminded me of father. I was a gifted student in these subjects throughout my school years, and when I graduation from the university of technology I knew what I was going to become. I waited for years, and studied for it my whole life, it would be foolish if I chose something else. I entered in as an employee in my father's old company, and worked on making cybernetic life parts for people that needed it most.

Yet my dream died, as so much has changed since then, and instead on focusing on helping the disabled and helpless, the company resources were connected to military projects for the U.S.A. I believe in my father causes more than this, but I didn’t have the nerves to quite. I stayed, and made technological advances for the government to use in war, and for soldiers who wanted “upgrades” on their body. I knew it was becoming common for ordinary people who had nothing wrong with their body to want to become a cyborg. I did many procedures with doctors at military bases on soldiers who wanted to be stronger, faster, and more dangerous. I tried to voice my opinion to the generals about how unsafe this was to do, that putting weapons on men was just gonna cause more wars than peace. They all refused to listen however, and continued to make monsters out of men, and deadlier wars on the concept of achieving power. To say I knew that life would turn out like this would be somewhat true, but to say I wanted it to cause so much death among many people and countries would be a false accusation.

….

Today, in the year 3122, after being in this profession for ten years, I am a woman in her late thirties now. This year also I became the head scientist at the company, and people who come in every day for requests on cyborgs parts or just working in the U.S government know who I am. I heard that this morning I will have a meeting with General Chris, about a new project he wants me and other workers here to make for the military. I already feel tired from hearing about it, since I already know it just another deadly creation he wants me to make for the upcoming war we have with France. Ever since 2289, we become on bad terms with every other country except Mexico and Canada. To be frank, we should just make them apart of the U.S.A now since officially, we are just pissing off every country now a days. I don't let myself get sidetracked by my heated thoughts on politics, since I need to talk to the other scientist about the meeting. I head out of my office carol and head down the hall. I see some of my coworkers and give them a half smile and little, “hello.” Before I speak to the other scientist though, I decide I should make myself some coffee and head to the kitchen. The coffee maker, refrigerator, and microwave are as old as time and been here for god knows how long. I only notice them casually since they are from a different model then the new ones we have today. I guess we keep them around since it makes us look hipster. As I pour some water into the machine, I hear someone walk behind me.

“Oh! Good morning, professor!” Hearing the familiar voice I turn around to see the new rookie coworker named Tomson. He is a young lad and is a bit taller than me. He has black hair and eyes, and reminds me of a puppy wanting to please everyone. I give him a nod of the head, and smile.

“Good morning, Tomson.” as I finished making my coffee I begin to walk past him, but he stops me.

“Ah wait, sorry professor but I need to take you to your meeting now.” I looked at him bewildered as to why he would need to take me to meet up the general, and so early as well. I then think maybe he's confused and has the wrong professor.

“Tomson, I don't have an meeting until 1:20 with General Chris, are you sure you got the right person?” I say kindly and look at my watch to make sure I’m not jumping ahead of myself, and sure enough it says 11:05 so I can’t be mistaken.

“I know, but before the meeting, the General said he wanted to talk to you in private. He asked me to take you to the facility room.” I rise my eyebrow at this, but I just nod and let Tomson lead the way to general Chris. When we finally get their, I can see that the lights are on and that the General is indeed here a couple of hours early. Great, I think to myself, why does it just have to be only me and him? As Tomson opens the door for me then leaves I walk into the room, deciding to sit across from the General.

General Chris gives me a smile while getting up to shake my hand. “Welcome professor, thank you for coming early.” We shake hands and sit down to speak about whatever.

“So General, why call me in so early?”

“Please, just call me Chris, darling.” I nod, feeling myself getting annoyed with this man's flirting behavior. He does this every time, but I swallow my shitty remarks I want to say to his face. He gets up and stands looking out the window, seeming distracted by something.

“Sir? Is everything alright?” I feel myself sweat from being so nervous, hoping that this isn’t bad news. He turn to walk back towards me, and sits down again.

“I’m sorry professor, I was just making sure that she was coming up by now.” I look at him wide eyed, not sure at all what he is talking about.

“Umm, her, sir? Is someone coming up to meet us?”

“Yes! Exactly, I can’t wait for you to meet her, she is a real great cyborg creation!” I get up and walk a little closer to him, sitting to the chair next to him making sure I understand what his saying clearly.

“You...made something all by yourself? A cyborg?”

Yes, and I want you to look her over for me personally, before the other scientist see her as well.”

I gulp down the lump in my throat, not believe that the General, with the little experience his government has with making a cyborg person, would just do that!

“General, why would you do that without our assistance?” I ask, counselling my anger at him for doing that to a person without the right training.

“Now, now, we aren’t replacing your expertise, I was just curious on how far we could go, that’s all.”

I let out a sigh and keep my eyes closed, until a moment later I hear the door open.

“Ah there she is, professor, look!” I brace myself at the creation I’m about to see, and turn my head slowly, opening my eyes.

I see the General has gotten up to stand right to his creation, and when I see her, I’m astonished. She is the most complex but amazing looking cyborg I have ever seen. Her arms and legs, instead of being molded to look human, they have a more animistic look to them. Her arms have strong muscles made out of metal, and are crafted to look wolf-like. Her legs are wolf-like as well, with a metallic shine to them. Her eyes, instead of being human eyes, are wolf. They shine a bright yellow, and are stilted like cat's eyes. She also has a tail and ears, and they both seem connected to her bodies nerves as they twitch and move.  The only human part I see is her slim body, face, and black hair that’s shows what little humanity she has left.

“I call her CWXH, meaning: Cyborg Wolf X Human.” The General says with a toothy grin and winks at me.

I get up and stand up to look at her more closely, seeing how everything connects and works on the surface.

“What’s your real name, ma’am?” I ask placing my hand on her shoulder, giving her a smile. However, she doesn’t respond, and just stands their blankly.

“General, she isn’t responding..” I say concerningly but he seems completely calm.

“Yeah, it’s fine, she just had her procedure not too long ago, so she is still trying to adjust.” I look at him suspiciously, but return my attention to her getting a flashlight out to test her vision.

“Follow the light please.” I move the light back and forth, and she follows it. Good, at least she can hear and follow orders. However, it’s still concerning she seems so distant from responding to my questions.

“Is her voice box alright? Is she muted?” The General doesn't answer, and just lets out an exasperated sigh while walking towards me.

“Listen Professor, she is completely alright, she’s just needs a checkup is all, can you do that?” He leans in, eyes wide open and mouth puckered out. I would laugh my ass off at his ridiculous expressions, but keep my professional outlook in check.

“Yes sir, I can, In fact I can take her off your hands after our meeting with the rest of the scientist today.”

He clasps his hands together happily.

“Oh wonderful.” He exclaims and walks while grabbing CWXH by her hand, bringing her to sit down. We had that meeting and the rest of the scientist had a good look at her, many had question who she was before she became a cyborg, but general Chris would only give curt replies, which made me feel uneasy. Eventually, everyone heads out for the night, and I stay with CWXH, looking over her body functions and inner interior. I take her to my lab to run more test, and she lays down on the lab table for me. I speak to her while doing this, and work on my records and files that are due tomorrow for a lab meeting. Even though she doesn't respond to me at all, I enjoy talking to her. It’s been awhile since I could talk to someone like this, and it’s a first for me to feel comfortable with a being in my room meant for war. As I finish up and get ready to leave my lab for the night, I say one last goodbye to her.

“Goodnight CWXH, I’ll see you tomorrow.” I didn’t think she would reply to me of course, but she actually did turn her head up and looks at me. I stand their ready to hear her say something for the first time, anticipation burning in me. We stare at each other for a moment, until sadly, she turns her head away. I feel disappointed, and shutting the door behind me, I leave her sitting on my lab table.

When I enter my lap the next morning, I see CWXH standing over my plants, examining them.

“Good morning CWXH, how are you feeling today?” She turns her head to me, and surprisingly makes a nod gesture at me. I smile from seeing her doing a little better on her commutation, and thoughtful the day again I examined her inner and outer exterior of her cyborg parts. In Chris notes, he wrote that he gave CWXH the design of wolf arms and legs to better help her move and attack in a battlefield setting. Remarkably, even her tail, eyes, and ears play a part in how her new advanced body works. The tail helps her keep balance like most animals have tails for, eyes are nocturnal and more sharper in vision, and ears can hear up to an 10 mile radius. She is so advanced in technological invention in today's society, she excels in my father’s creations even. This is incredible, but also extremely terrify. Even in my fear though I have this small hope that she, CWXH, will not go rapid like so many that had the same type of intense power.

“Professor…” I was in intense thoughts, that I didn’t even pay attention to the small voice trying to speak to me.

“Professor.” This time, I do hear the voice more clearly and find the source. Their, I look down to see CWXH looking up at me. I was working on her arm at the minute, but stop what I’m doing.

“O-oh, yes CWXH, did you say something?”

She nods her head once and start to move to get up. I let go of her arm and her as well, making sure I give her space. This is the first time she spoke, so it must be important. She walks up to my small refrigerator and pulls out a bottled water, taking a drink.

“Are you alright?” I ask, nervous if I did something wrong. She drinks the entire bottle, throws it in the trash, and leans on the counter.

“..Yes, I’m fine.” She say with a raspy, but angelic voice. I feel relieved about that, and I decided to ask her something else since she’s talking now.

“Do you have a name, besides CWXH?” She looks at me responsively, and walks back to the lab table to sit next to me.

“Yeah, I probably did..” she says bitterly, closing her eyes.

“You don’t remember?” I asked surprised, and even concernedly since I didn’t see she had brain problems in her file.

Her yellow eyes glares at me once, almost looking hurt by what I said.

Oh shit, wrong thing to say.

“I’m sorry! I just didn’t know, my bad.” I say sincerely, hoping she isn’t mad at me. Yet her face does soften from my apology, and shakes her head.

“N-no it’s fine professor, I just don’t feel like myself is all. I didn’t mean to be so...sensitive.” I understand what she is saying, and I pat her shoulder to reassure CWXH that it’s alright. After a couple of more weeks of testing her body, I hear unexpected news from General Chris. He tells me if I really wanted to, I could actually keep her as my assistant? I call him immediately, trying to grasp why the hell he would say that. It turned into a very heated, and even argumentative discussion. He said pretty much said that CWXH was a prototype all along, and that he wasn’t planning on putting her on the field. He just wanted me to study her, and make sure that she turned out fine with their resources. I tell him yes and no, since it did do a lot of mental damage to her memory. This lead to the heated argument part, where I told him what I really felt about him doing this, and pretty much called him a dumb shit. In the end, he hanged up like a baby because he wasn’t able to handle the truth, and I felt bad for CWXH since to him, she was nothing. Of course I knew my Agency would be upset with how I spoke to the general, but I felt like myself again when I told him off. I felt like the eighteen year old girl who wanted to help, not cause pain with using cyborg life.

I was really relieved that she would not be put on a battlefield after thinking about it for a moment, but also conflicted on how she would feel about it. As I come from my office to my lab to see her, I gently knock on the door.

“I got a call from Chris today about you..” I say smoothly as her animistic eyes shine my reflection in them when she opens the door. She blinks once and nods.

“I see...Do I need to leave?” She asked almost robotically, not showing any emotions on her face.

I bite my lip and take a deep breath, wanting to so badly say the right thing. I come in and sit at the lap table

“He reported to me that...you won’t go into war.” She looks confused and stands up to tower over me. Her tail swishing back and forth.

“What do you mean professor?” I pat her arm, and get her to sit down next to me. I can tell she is getting nervous, and I don’t blame her.

“He said...you were a prototype, that you were assigned as the candidate because you willingly do the procedure for the income raise.”

I hang my head low, not ready to see her anguish face from knowing that she, a soldier, was just a test dummy for her fellow comrades. Yet I did not hear anger or cries of sadness, but instead felt her arms hold onto me close.

“I see.” She says calmly and when I pull back to look at her, I see joy.

“Are you really alright?” I asked, hoping she isn’t covering it up, but she nods and embraces me again.

“I do not want to kill people, professor...” she says though her choking voice, and soon, CWXH lets her tears fall down onto my coat. I hold her back tightly, so glad she wasn’t put into a bloody war as well.

[mythologymonsterlover]

Monster match up please if you're still doing them? I'm a tall female with curly strawberry blonde hair and black eyes. I'm kinda chubby and I tend to be insecure with my body. I love writing stories and poems. I'm currently studying programming. Overall, I'm a hard worker who keeps to themselves. Once you know me, I'm a sarcastic and fun person to be around. Thanks! ^_^

If I had to pick you a monster lover, it would be...Cyborg Orc!

Orcs are fictional humanoid creature that are part of a fantasy race akin to goblins. Your Orc has lost some of their limbs, and feels insecure about their robotic part that reminds them of their scars. Yet, you make them realize that it’s not the outer appearance that counts for worth, but what’s on the inside that matters the most. They love how hardworking you are, and your sarcasm makes them chuckle. Overall, you make them want to be as hard working and amazing as you are~

[mythologymonsterlover]

CWXH lover (pt.2)

Okay here is part 2 of our cyborg lover. I gave both of these characters a good ending, but its kinda short. I hope you like it sill!

warning: cussing, sexual content, talks about gore

female reader X female monster

As the days go by with me and CWXH in the company’s lab, we grow close with one another. She has been here for three months now, and has progressively helped me with my experiments. General Chris has not contacted the company after our little fight over the phone, and i'm more than happy to know this. My superiors though, like I thought, got upset with me for causing conflict between the general and the company. Yet, I got a slap on the wrist, and was told I should have no further communication with him unless authorized. I agreed, content that I won't have to talk to a power hungry man that much anymore. I can tell something is bugging CWXH though, since over the couple of night she has woken up screaming in agony. I watched it all over the cameras, and when I confronted her about the issue she just avoids talking about it. I keep being persistent, since I am the one in charge of her health until she can be discharged back home. We go on a couple of more days studying her brainwaves, and when the other scientist don't see any big problems, I reluctantly drop the subject. I knew it was a bad idea to do so, but everyone convinced me that it would be best. So, I forgot about CWXH recurring nightmares as just a form of PTSD from her operation, and we continue to do the usual around the lab.

However, she broke down regrettably, emotionally and mentally finally. The army had to show up and that’s when hell really broke lose… I knew it was my fault, and I wished I saw it sooner.

The day it happened started out normal enough. I headed into my lab to be greeted by CWXH presence, and I did some testing on her. We talked about the weather and such until she started to regain some of her memories once again.

“I remember my mom, she was a tough but sweet women..” she spoke softly, closing her eyes. I nodded my head, listening.

“What else can you remember of her, CWXH?” I prompted her, really happy she was regaining some memories.

She went on telling me her mother’s name, date of birth, and even the place her mother was born at originally. Yet, when she tried to recall her memories about herself, she hesitated. Then it was like she saw a ghost, opening her eyes in terror. She grabbed onto my shoulder, squeezing so hard I thought it was going to break. I shrieked in pain, shaking her strong arms to let me go.

“CWXH, p-please your hurting me!” I shouted at her, and she suddenly starts to cry uncontrollably. I was so surprised by her reaction, I held my hands out to her face.

“What's wrong, are you in pain?” I say frantically. She nods her head excessively and falls to the ground trembling. I lay beside her, cradling her in my arms. When she was able to catch her breath once again, she looks up to the window murmuring.

“His going to kill me, I need to leave..!!” She does this repeatedly until the door flies open and other scientist come in, trying to calm her down. They grab me from her arms to remove me from the room, but I protest.

“Will you stop it!? She needs someone to comfort her!” I keep trying to wiggle out of their arms, but they scream at me that it's not safe. We argue for what felt like an eternity, until a blood curdling scream raised up among our own. Their, looking behind me I saw CWXH holding one of the scientist in the air...as well as blood running down her face and chin. She suddenly drops them to the ground, and I could see that the scientist was missing his head now. The room for a second froze in complete silence, until one by one, everyone started to scream in terror while running way. I, still too shocked by the grotesque sight, stood their trembling while looking CWXH in the eyes. Her yellow iris glowed a darker yellow than usual. Looking at her expressionless face, I knew I needed to stop her now before she rampaged any further. I ran up placing my hands on her shoulders, shaking violently trying to wake her up from the murderous trance.

Screaming, I yelled, “CWXM, you need to stop now! You have to come with me so I can put you down to rest!” She looked at me then, having more tears running down her face, and letting then drop to the floor. She opens her mouth, leaning into my ear and whispering, “He is going to kill me, and make me again until I’m perfect..” I pull her away stunned.

“Who is going to kill you?” I say quietly back, and she looks down at her feet picking up some papers of documents. With shaking hands, she shows me a picture of General Chris. Before I could even open my mouth, she hits me over the head and I blackout.

...

Waking up after feeling hands shake me, I open my eyes slowly to see medics flashing a light in each of my eyes. They speak to me, but I can barely make out what they are saying. Then suddenly a pair of arms pick me up, setting me down in a chair. After another couple of minutes of recovering, I am able to see the General staring me down.

“Professor, can you hear me?”

I nod my head, blinking my eyes seeing the damage in my lab. I count a couple of dead bodies also laying on the floor in a puddle of blood. I put my head into my hands trying to recall what happened, and before long it clicks in me.

“CWXM.”

I get up and start calling out her name, but the General grabs me from going any further.

“I’m afraid you won't be able to find her professor.” He says coldly, and soon two police officers grab me, putting me in handcuffs. Baffled, I look at them and then at the General, trying to understand why the fuck they would be doing this to me.

“Why i'm I being arrested? And what the hell did you do to her General!?” I scream, so ready to rip his damn smug face off.

“Unfortunately, CWXM went rogue, and because you stole her from me, you weren't able to control her.” He says offensively, and I can’t believe what i'm hearing.

“You told me she was just a prototype, and that you would give her to me, bastard!” I yell more wanting to throw punches, but the police keep me held back. The General grabs my collar and in a low voice says,

“Making up lies professor won’t get you out of this one.”

He then lets me go and motions for the police to take me away. I scream at them telling them he is lying, and that they should ask the other scientist for the truth.

“They are all dead, ma’am.” One of the police officers says, and I can’t believe this is happening. As I am put into the police car, I look out of the window seeing police, ambulance, and fire trucks everywhere spread out on the building premises. We drive off soon, and I feel that numbness in me once again.

I am put into the federal prison, and still too shocked to barely move or speak, I sit there with my hands against my face. I don’t remember when, but I fell asleep only to be woken up in the middle of the night by something cold touching my face. When I open my eyes to see what it is, all I could see was two yellow animal eyes looking down at me. I was about to scream, until I felt its hands over my mouth.

“Professor, please it’s me, CWXM.” I am unable to move, and begin to shake uncontrollably. Is she going to kill me as well? She slides her hands away, and seats next to me on the bed. I don’t speak, or even move for that matter.

“Professor…” she says calmly, and putting her hand on my face, I feel her bring her forehead to mine. We stay like that for a moment, not moving and just breathing out warm breaths. I finally move away though, looking into her eyes. Trembling still, I speak in a low voice.

“why..did you kill all the scientist, expect me?”

I feel her move her hands away from me, and sit there uncomfortably.

“I was forced too, their is a chip in my brain..”

I feel my body go cold, and I grab her hands. She looks at me with tears again in her eyes, and she continues.

“I didn't want to kill...I didn’t want to kill you, s-so I stop myself from doing that, b-b-but I couldn’t stop from killing…” she stops, and breaks down weeping into her hands.

“Who put the chip into your brain?”

She looks up and swallows her pain to speak once more.

“It was General Chris...and it shows what he did to me, and many others who were paid to do the experiment...”

“What did he do to you?” I asked worriedly.

“He tortured us, abused us..” she closes her eyes, unable to talk any further.

I feel anger sweep into my very core, as I can’t believe he would go that far just to hide his dirty secrets of experimentation on cyborg technology on this poor women. Then it dawns on me, how did she even get in here in the first place?

“How did you get in here, CWXM?” I stammer, she looks to the prison bars, and sure enough they are bent into an opening. I get up and grab her hand, getting ready to sprint out of here.

“Wait professor, what are we gonna do?” I smile at her with a determined look.

“We are getting the hell out of here.”

After the ordeal of getting out of prison, we head to a news station, revealing to the press about what General Chris did to CWXH and many others.

Lady, you really expect me to believe you?” said a short, old news caster.

I told him give me three minutes. I got some tools and a medical kit, and pulled out CWXH chip, and I showed them what she told me.

I downloaded it on their computer, and they got to see what he did to her, to so many others.

It showed unbelievable soldiers screaming in agony. Some just dying right next to each other, and the General just pushing their bodies into a fire.

They believed us then, and showed it to the authorities. I didn’t want the military to come after us, so this was the best strategy to stay safe. Giving the evidence to the News network, the officials didn't figure out who gave them that information. It got him fired sure enough, but only after months and forty court trials was he found guilty for murder and manslaughter. The government had to make it up to our company for letting their General damage us with his creation, CWXM. We made an agreement, that know matter what they create with cyborg life, they would have to let us approve it. After a couple of years, I was able to abolish using cyborgs in military combat, and only to be used in medical aid. My dead dreams came back to life, and I help our bloody wars end with peace instead of violence.

CWXH became my top assistant and we worked on rebuilding so much together. One day, while I was working with a boy on making him a new arm, she came in and waited patiently until I was done.

“ Hey professor.” she said, and came over and gave me a big hug like usual. Me and her started to joke around a lot more, and even head out to watch movies. I heard a lot of my employees say that I should just ask her on a date already, but I didn’t know. I was worried that she didn’t even find me attractive. She makes my heart skip a beat when she smiles, and when we hug I want it to last forever. Today however, I get the strength to finally say it, since I don’t think I ever will.

“CWXH.” I say, and she look at me. I start to blank out on what i'm saying until she leans in close, cutting the distance between us. We are only inches apart now, and I reach my hand to touch her cute ears. She closes her eyes, and lays her head on my chest. I keep petting her until I can’t hide my question any longer.

“Will..you go out with me?” I ask shakily, and even start to feel like I’m having cardiac arrest just from my words. Her beautiful eyes meets mines though, and I lean in. I kiss her plumb lips, and I let our kiss deepens as she pushes me down on my chair and straddles my waist. She trails her kisses to my neck, and soon I have my hand on her ass. We kiss and mummer sweet words to one another. She removes her outfit from herself as well as mine. We lay in my chair naked, and I don't even care if someone sees us. I make love to her lower sex that was just as wet as I, and she does the same. I never felt such warmth from another person until now, and knew that I want her in my life forever.

As we grew older with one another, Me and Rebecca, CWXH real name, decided to move in together on the outskirts of the city. Their, I focused my research on helping the disabled and sick still. Rebecca was able to regain much of her memories after the years, and we learned that she had a relative who lived in Seattle. Her parents had died sadly, but by getting to know about her brother Marcus, we learn so much about her life. He would come over on holidays with his family to our house, and usually tell us stories about what Rebecca was like as a child. She was a troublemaker apparently, and was always ready to pick a fight with the biggest kid on the block. We loved to hear these stories, as they brought so much happiness into our lives. Rebecca also loved to run into the forest now early in the mornings. I waited for her usually so I could make her breakfast. It was properly the wolf part of her that made her so wild, but even as we grew older she stayed strong. I loved her as much as I did  many years ago, and even if my father never got to meet her, he would say I picked a great wife.