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Alex sat down, having forgotten what he had been doing before talking to Desina.
"Love." Alex said to himself, quietly. He was still struggling to understand what it meant. Is it a single feeling, he pondered, or merely a term for that in the spectrum of emotion which can not be otherwise described?
In any case, it provided a nice distraction from Desina's fate, and indeed Desina in general.
He then decided to take another shower.

Alex, feeling marginally better than before, heard a faint noise, which he recognised as his phone.
He picked up, and then remembered that it was probably Desina, informing him of her fate.
Well if she's able to use the phone, he thought, she's probably ok.
Even though it had been a very short period of time, Alex had been missing her enormously. It was as if time had been divided into the time he was with Desina, and the time he was not. During the latter, he realised that he felt that he was out of focus.
So it was more a case of being with her, and waiting for her.
Alex then realised that he was becoming obsessed.
He wondered what kissing her would be like.

Alex's heart began to pound.
"Hi." he replied, his hands shaking. "What happened? Did you make it out of that place?"

"Stay right there," Alex said, "And I'll come right over." he paused a moment to think. "By the way, where do you live?"
Alex impulses were returning again, and he was suddenly reminded of how long it had been since he'd gone wolf.
The logic in going to Desina's house eluded even him; he just knew it was something he had to do.

"Banjaxed?" Alex muttered to himself, before stepping out of the house and towards Desina's. He then decided that the walk would take less time if he turned wolf.

The rush of blood that comes to my head as I run is perhaps the best feeling I ever have, or will, experience. Though recently, I have felt that there is something more, something better.
But I can't for the life of me remember what it is, or when I last felt it.
It was probably when I was human. Some human feeling that wolves can never truly understand.
If only, I thought to myself as I ran towards the wind and some building I was meant to travel to, I were able to remember my human memories. That then left me to wonder if I could remember my life as a wolf very clearly when I was in human form.
I somehow doubted it.

Shortly thereafter, Alex, in human form once more, had arrived at the flat Desina had mentioned. He went to knock at the door, and at that moment noticed how much his hands were shaking, and how utterly nervous he was.
He rang the doorbell instead.

Alex walked in, taking a look around the place.
So this is it, he said to himself, almost aloud. He had spent much of the last few days wondering how exactly Desina lived, and also on how often she thought about him.
And now this was the reality.
Alex then noticed that he was blushing furiously. This, he reasoned, was most likely as a result of the fact that his mind was straying from the reason for his being here, or, more accurately, lack thereof.
"When did that happen?" he asked Desina, in reply to her comment about being stolen from.

"Wow." said Alex.
It was around this point that he was beginning to think that maybe what he felt for Desina wasn't anything special or unique; maybe it was love.
But the last time something like this had happened, he had taken years to fall in what he thought was love, only to realise that it wasn't after feeling no regret when it was over.
And he didn't really believe in love at first sight.
But this led him to a previous thought, that there are many different sorts of love.
Maybe, he mused, I'm feeling all these at the same time. Maybe I should just kiss her, and see what it's like...
Alex had to quickly discard the thought, as it was making him blush even more.
"My house is really not in much better condition," he said "and it was never robbed. Sometimes I wish it would be, so they could take some of the clutter and I could actually move around in it for once. Anyway, you have great friends. Mine would just laugh at the irony of it all, or something."
Alex chuckled self-consciously. He had never really had any friends he could truely trust; it was always more a case of a large number of aquaintances. But he suddenly felt like he could tell Desina anything, and she wouldn't judge. She was that person he had been searching for all his teenage life, but had never realistically expected to find. It was like a fairy tale.
But wait a minute, said his inner voice, I'm a werewolf, for god's sake. This is a fairy tale.
There were several akward seconds of quiet after Alex finished talking. He was just staring dumbly at Desina. All he wanted to do was reach out and hold her hand. This feeling was intoxicating. He wished it would go away, so he could concerntrate on finding something to say next.