AN: not meant to be in italics. I couldn't figure out how to get it off. Sorry!
Clara whipped around.
"I don't see you." She said.
"You're not looking," her replied. "Clara, I'm right here. I'm right in front of you. Just open your eyes."
Clara did. She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip until she tasted blood. Then she opened her eyes again.
Standing in front of her was the Doctor.
Clara flung herself into the Doctor's arms as fast as she could. He wrapped his arms around her waist, fractionally lower than he usually did, and buried his face in her hair.
"My beautiful Clara," he whispered into her hair. "My beautiful, beautiful Clara."
Oh, how the tears came. Clara held on to her Doctor, and the Doctor held onto his companion, and all was quiet and peaceful for a few minutes as they just stood there, Clara on her tiptoes, her hands slipped under the Doctor's coat an resting there, sending shivers up the Doctor's spine, and his arms wrapped low around her waist, his face buried in her hair, brushing kisses on her forehead every few seconds.
But the peace couldn't last forever.
Clara let out a low growl.
The Doctor pulled back.
She was transforming.
"Okay, time to explain!" The Doctor yelled. "Clara! Clara, can you hear me! Clara!" Clara's body fought the growling beast, and she was thrown to the ground.
But she was her.
The Doctor kneeled over her and helped her up.
"Time to explain," he said. "Senrick. Wolf. He's turning you into a twisted version of a wolf. You're engineered to kill everyone in your path, eating the flesh of children and drinking the blood of women. You have two legs and two arms, and the head of a wolf with...rabies. And when needed, you shape-shift into anything in the universe, living or dead, lure your prey into Senrick's trap, and bam! Dead."
"Yeah, okay," Clara gasped. "Because that's how I want to spend my Saturday."
"It's already started," the Doctor said. "And this time, it isn't a game. Senrick's wolves are aliens, twisted, wicked, aliens. And they kill. They kill everything."