Love & Letters

A Full Moon Ch. 05

I woke wondering what to do with Dylan when I went to work when said answer came knocking at my door. I grumbled, which woke the other two with a start. "Someone is at the door." Dylan nodded and rolled over to go back to sleep. Slipping into my room I pulled on some shorts and went down stairs to the front door. I opened it to a surprise. "Mr. Andrews?"

"Sorry about the early time, Jonathan, but I figured you may need someone to watch the young man until after you get home from work." He stood there looking like every other well built middle aged man. With a halo! A shiny halo of happiness because I didn't have to find a sitter.

"I was just thinking about that. Come in please. I'll tell Patrick to put some pants on and see if Dylan's okay with a Lupus baby sitter." He stepped inside and I hung up his light sweater. Patrick was already coming down stairs, Dylan yawning and rubbing his eyes behind him. "Guess you heard me, huh."

"Smelled him. Morning Dad." Patrick gave his dad a one armed hug and me a kiss on the cheek. "Dylan, this is my Dad. He's the big Lupus that made the other scared so bad they peed on themselves." There was a merry twinkle in both of their eyes.

"How are you, young man?" Mr. Andrews knelt to look up at him, something a Dad would do but not a leader.

"Tired, sir. You look nicer as a human." Dylan yawned.

"Actually I'm meaner. Growl," the man said with a fake sneer and Dylan smiled. "Why don't you head back up to bed. If you want I can tell you a bit more about werewolves when you wake up." That got a big nod and Dylan went upstairs to fall, literally, back into bed. "Poor kid. You two get ready for work. Angus will want to talk to you, Pat. Jonathan, I suggest you ignore anything that happened and if anyone asks say Dylan is staying here as a favor to your OA who has no idea how to deal with a kid."

"Which I really don't. I was never a normal boy. I'll see you later, Dad." Patrick went back up stairs, me admiring the easy grace ... and his butt.

"I see the pendant worked." I turned back to the former leader and narrowed my eyes. "It's called blessed silver and it's something a few humans have been working on for situations like yours. With Patrick as the one who turned you, and the fact that his own adaptability is quite rare, we could try to see if we could give you at least partial immunity to silver. You can touch it, which is good."

"Sneaky, Mr. Andrews. And you never told Patrick." He shook his head. "Well, if Patrick turns anyone else you can try again to see if I was a fluke." He nodded and I went upstairs to get dressed.

Work was one big fiasco since not only did the incident happen and everyone was walking on pins and needles, they were exhausted from their own changes from the moon...and I was handing out my evaluations this week. Any of the three would make the company a bit ragged for a day or two...all three would turn it on its head. Patrick and I walked in lock step to the elevator and more than one worker scurried out of my wake. They knew I meant business because I was dressed in a black suit when I normally did not, shined shoes, hair done perfectly. The silver pendant hung in plain sight as the elevator door slid shut. One of the Lunais from the seventh floor had gotten on just before us along with a few others. "Good morning, Mr. Davenport. Morning Patrick."

"Good morning, Mr. Walters," I said with a perfunctory nod, but my eyes held the actual greeting since he could not smell me too easily with the pendant on. I was happy to see my own kind...now that I had a kind. "Are you ready for your inspection today?" I said it simply, letting the gossip be spread about that today was inspections day.

"I believe so, Mr. Davenport." I smelled him get nervous along with the rest of the car. Even Patrick got a bit nervous.

"Then you should not worry because of over confidence or self deprecation. Just do your job and do it well and I doubt you will ever have to worry about a bad report." I included everyone with my eyes. That way they would not know I was playing favorites even if they suspected it. It also let them know I knew their names...and now their scents.