Werewolf Support Group

Part 2

Walking back inside Connor berates himself for responding with "Fluffy sheds a lot.", now he has to keep up the pretense of the fact that he owns a dog. What was he going to say when his neighbors start wondering why they have never seen him take "Fluffy" for a walk.

What about when they ask about what type of dog he owns?

What was he going to respond with?

"Oh, fluffy is an Irish Wolf Hound."

He laughed to himself for that statement was partly true. After all, he was Irish and a wolf.

He came to one conclusion: he was going to have to adopt a dog to keep up with the pretense of "Fluffy."

But that led to another question. He did not know how a dog would react to his "furry little problem"? He would have to do some experiments to figure out how dogs would react to him.

But that was a problem for another day, for today he had to face the challenge of going out in public, and getting groceries.

His neighbor yells at Connor from across the road. Connor internally groans. "So much for avoiding interaction at all costs." he thinks to himself.

"Hey, how are you?" Connor yells back across the road.

"I'm doing quite well sonny boy." Mr.O'Leary yells back.

"Have a good day Mr.O'Leary, gotta go get some groceries." Connor yells back and hurriedly walks away.

Connor rolls his eyes. He knows Mr.O'Leary means well but he can't help but laugh because although he may look quite young he is actually thousands of years old. Well, that is a bit of an exaggeration. "Fluffy" is thousands of years old.

"Stop calling me 'Fluffy'" a voice growls in his head.

"Sorry, Conan." Connor hastily responds.

Conan is Connor's wolf. Well not "his" as Conan has repeatedly expressed that he is his own being and that Connor is "only alive because he allows him to stay breathing."

Connor and Conan have a love-hate relationship. Conan has been one of the only constants in Connor's life, which led to him becoming very socially awkward and extremely blunt at times. Wolves are all about family and their packs but that wasn't the case for Conan. Conan was what you would call a "Lone wolf" or in Connor's terms "an angry old man who doesn't know how to socialize."

"Boy, you are only alive because I allow you to stay alive. Walk faster.... I'm hungry."

Conan growls in Connor's mind. Now that Connor thinks about it he is very hungry.

The grocery store/deli was a 30-minute walk from Connor's flat. Connor obviously could make it there in less than 10 minutes, but that would make it obvious, too obvious and he does not want to make a repeat of last year: Last year was a very awkward and worrisome time for him. He was running at full speed through the park taking a "shortcut" only to run into a lady walking with her child. Which led to her screaming and Connor accidentally shifting into Conan causing the lady to pass out. He then shifted back and ran home and packed up all of his stuff to move to the city.

Connor shook off the memory as Conan laughed loudly in his head. Focus, Focus, Focus.