It Isn't Howleen!

Chapter 1; Werewolves Aren't Real. . . Right?

"So what's Justin doing today?" I ask Max, beginning our walk home.

"He's retaking another test," He laughs, knowing this is the norm. They've been dating for a year now, giving me a chance to think of my own sexuality.

Which took me a while to do but I finally found myself. Pan. I mean, have you seen Levi Ackerman? I can't not be attracted to him.

"We need to hang out again soon!"

"It isn't like we see eachother everyday at school," I laugh, "But yes, we need to."

It doesn't take long for us to go our separate ways, our houses are pretty far apart from eachother. I'm used to being driven, but eversince my mom got that new job a few months back I had to start walking. "See you later!" Max calls out with a wave.

"Bye!" I shout, crossing the street.

My house is too close for a bus and yet too far of a walk, it really is a bad deal. But, I have no choice. It can be nice, seeing all the scenery. Mr. Angelo's german shepard, the sweets shop on Delancey street, the stray cats that crowd Ms. Abernathy, so many lovely sights. The forest is the most interesting to me, dark and gloomy in contrast to the bright and colorful sun. The trees, mostly dead unlike the healthy neiborhood gardens. The grass, either long and overgrown or so short it's basically gone, is very different from the proffecionlly cut lawns in most people's yards. It's all so interesting to me.

"Grrrooowwwwlll!"

Something jumps out. A huge wolf, the biggest I've ever seen even in photos. Eyes blue as the ocean, almost glowing. Maybe they are. His coat as black as a midnight sky. And he's standing three feet away. He growls, glaring at me as he considers what to do. What is a wolf doing here? Why aren't I running in fear yet?

"Hi," I say with an awkward wave. What is wrong with me?

What surprises me though is that he sits down with a tilt of his head, his right paw raised.

"Did you hurt your paw, boy?" I ask, my own head tilting.

'Woof!" He barks. His face looks angry, his fur and upper lip raised, his eyes furrowing down, but his voice sounds unsure. Like he's actually considering to follow me.

"Come on bud, let's fix you up," I pat my leg but he just stares at me from his siting position. His right paw still slightly raised as blood drips out. "Come on!" I pat it again, my voice raising a slightly higher pitch as I smile in hopes he comes. Wow, I'm gonna get myself killed.

He walks timidly, always staying a few steps behind me. His ears remain back, his tail tucked between his legs as he limps along. He looks up at me, his hair still slightly raised but he seems much more trusting if you ask me.

My walk takes longer than usual, I have to pat my leg every few steps and encourage him to keep coming. He does, somehow, follow me inside the house. "Hey boy, are you a boy? I'm gonna assume yes. Can I pet you?" I hold my hand out, allowing him to sniff it.

It takes a few seconds, his huge build lowering down like a pancake as he crawls over and sniffs. He looks between my hand and my face, a confused look on his face.

"Don't bite me!"

For some reason, it looks like he nods.

"Let's get that cut looked at, follow me."

I take him to the bathroom, which feels crowded with the two of us inside. I sit on the bathtub edge, taking out a medical kit and setting it next to me. "Can I see your paw?" I ask, holding my hand out.

He looks up at me, his head tilting. "Mm?" His voice sounds.

"Your paw, I need to see it so I can heal it."

"Like a witch?" He says.

"No, not like a- a- Aaaa!" I shout, jumping back. "What the fuck?"

"Oh, sorry. I Forgot, no werewolves in this world."

"We- We- Werewolf?"

He nods, holding out his paw. "So are you still gonna heal me? I seem to have cut myself with a wine bottle."

"I- I- I-"

"Oh, I'm sorry," His ears point back. "I scared you, didn't I? Here!" His body changes, his wolf fur changing into skin. Skin pale compared to my olive complexion. "The name is Rux!" He says, now human and. . . naked.

"There's a naked werewolf in my house," I say, panting.

The boy who calls himself Rux is tall, taller than me. His hair tangled, black, and reaching down to his shoulders. His eyes glow a piercing blue color. His skin pale as he smiles down on my olive skin. He holds out his hand, as if to help me up. I don't take it, just continue to stare at his light freckles and tanner nose. He's thin, not fat but also not jacked, I continue to follow down his body until-

"Okay!" I jump up, "Let's get some clothes on you!"

I go into my closet, searching for larger clothes. I come up empty handed, everything being way too small. Shit.

My moms pretty tall though, and she did go through that goth phase in high school. Maybe she'll have something! I search her closet, careful to keep everything organized so she doesn't notice my snooping. I find some clothes, old ripped black jeans and a KISS T-shirt. They seem to fit him perfectly, which is good so now I don't have to stare at his nak- I'm gonna stop talking.

"Wow! So these are human clothes?"

"Yes, now explain to me how this is happening as I bandage your pa- hand." I sit back down, admiring how cute he looks with his shaggy hair and freckles. The clothes fit him well, surprisingly. I take out the gauze, bandages, and everything else I need as I begin to help his injured right hand. Which is warm in my grasp, making me want to hold it longer.

"I'm from another world, a world with warlocks and kings and vampires and shifters and-"

"Ok! Continue, please."

"There's kingdoms like Aurora or Jupiter, Half-blood or Shakespeare. There's a whole bunch!"

"Which kingdom are you from?"

"Monsters live in the forest, humans live in kingdoms."

He has a minor accent, one I can't place. And English isn't his first language, despite how fluent he sounds. "Oh, wow. Why are you in this world? And how?"

"There's portals that lead between the two worlds, it just takes a lot of energy and time. I felt like I had to go through, I don't know why."

"Hm. . . This is super weird."

"Why?"

"I- I don't know," Why can't I stop blushing?