My Friend, The Werewolf.

PROLOGUE

I wasn't scared. Shocked, maybe even a little traumatized, but not scared. I really don't know why I wasn't pissing my pants or crying like a little bitch right then, but I held my ground.

The beast in front of me was covered in thick, black fur. Its eyes were as menacing as an upcoming thunderstorm: cold and gray. It was tall, about five feet on all fours, and bulky. Its teeth we tinted yellow and as large as my forefinger.

We stared at each other for a while, neither of us wanting to move. I didn't notice at first, but the beast was slowly walking closer. As it neared, my heart beat faster. I could hear the creature's deep and heavy breathing. Each step it took towards me, my heart rate increased. I could smell the gruesome breath coming from the monsters mouth as it got closer, and closer to my face. I wasn't much taller than the beast, maybe by one or two inches, but it's fierce stormy gray eyes stared down at me like I was a mouse and it, itself was an eagle.

The creature stopped walking, our noses were barely touching. I wanted to pull back, but my feet and legs wouldn't work. It was as if I was frozen to the ground. It was so close to me that I gagged in my mouth at the smell of its breath, and closed my eyes. This- this thing was going to kill me. My life would only last a few more seconds until I become food for a 300-pound dog. I closed my eyes and braced myself for the pain I thought I knew would was coming, but it it never did.

I slowly opened my right eye, then my left. The beast was no longer close to me. It was sitting there wagging its tail, and tongue hanging out. It could have been an over-sized puppy, just then. I realized that when I thought the beast was going to kill me, it must have been thinking the same thing to itself. It wasn't looking at me as if I was the prey, but the predator. I had heard somewhere that dogs could sense danger, and I guess it didn't see me as a threat. Suddenly those cold gray eyes seemed much more friendly than before.

I don't know what was going on inside my head, but I moved closer to the beast, and it continued to wag its tail, like it was waiting for a treat, or something. When I was close enough, I held out my hand and let the beast sniff it. After a few seconds of wondering if I would still have a hand when I returned home, the giant dog lick me. I smiled for the first time in months.

Slowly I laid my hand onto the beast's head and began to scratch it behind its big pointy ears. Its tail thumped excitedly against the soft dirt, and it closed its eyes.

"There's a good boy,"

I said, even though I had no idea if it was a boy or not. All I knew was this dog wasn't natural. I mean, even if it were normal size, it wouldn't look like any breed I'd ever seen. I continued to pet the creature while it whined and wagged its tail.

"Who's a good boy?" I teased, "You are! Oh, yes you are!"

I laughed as the creature whined louder. "

Hmm," I though aloud, "What should I call you?"

All of a sudden the huge dog I had been petting, disappeared. In its place stood a girl with thick, long, black hair, pale skin, and those stormy, but friendly gray eyes.

"Although I don't appreciate you calling me a boy," She said, "You can call me Alyssa."