The never ending kind

8- I'm A What, Now?

I was so comfortable that Vance had to help dry and dress me, "Drey, I need you to pay attention to me now."

I cracked open my eyes, closing them again soon after, "No offense, man, but first, you're still in your birthday suit, and second, while you look very nicely toned and all, I'm pretty sure I don't swing that way. Oh, and you told me you just got out of a relationship and had previously been trying to let me down easy."

I heard Vance huff, "You'll understand in a bit, Drey, but right now you need to suck up the fact that you're gonna see me naked and open your eyes again."

"Guuuuh, fine, fine, I'm up," I sat up from the bed, rubbing my eyes.

"Look at me carefully, Drey, because I need you to really focus on what I have to say," He was kneeling down by where I sat, waiting until my eyes fully focused on him.

"Okay..." The weirdness was like a shot of caffeine... Well, not espresso, but maybe an energy drink. You know, the kinds that don't actually work that well and are supposed to be healthy? Yeah, one of those. I'm pretty sure that I looked awake, at least. "I am all ears, my good sir."

Vance obviously could not appreciate my good humor, frowning at my carefully worded response, "Drey, what I am about to say is not a joke. I mean every word I'm about to say: We are werewolves."

"You guys are werewolves?" I tilted my head. "I can see it."

Vance was speechless, "Uh, thanks? But I told you, I'm being serious here, Drey."

"I believe that you believe you're a werewolf," I nodded my head. "Everyone's different, so who am I to say that werewolves don't exist or that you're not one?"

Vance looked at me shocked before he opened his mouth once more, "You are.... Really, really weird, Drey."

I smiled, nodding my head once more, "I get that a lot."

"And I'm sure you think you believe that, but you don't actually believe that," Vance's face and calming demeanor changed, though he still smelled safe and warm. 

I frowned, but had no retort for what he just said to me. I didn't let it show, but it personally stung, and what he said after?

"And by 'we', I didn't mean just my group and I, but you, as well."

I looked away, "No."

"Drey, look at me."

"No."

"Drey-"

"No! I said NO!" I glared at him, showing my teeth. "Leave me alone!" 

He grabbed my face, forcing me to look back at him, "I'm sorry, Drey, but you are."

"I don't believe you! I'm not!" I couldn't help but glare at him. I didn't want to turn into a hypocrite, or else I would have said that they didn't exist. And I'm not. I'm not any different than I was before, and it's not like I got bit or something just as laughable. "To become a werewolf, you need to get bit or mauled or something, right? Well, I wasn't!"

Vance was silent for a moment before breaking it to me, "You were, Drey."

"What do you mean by that?! I'm sure I would know if I had gotten bitten!"

"You weren't bitten, Drey. It was a-an exchange of blood that caused it," Vance looked into my eyes, hands on my shoulders. "That kid you saved was our alpha's little brother. He only got scraped up, and it even seems impossible to us, but however it was introduced to your system, you were changed."

"Even if I did believe you, which I don't, what the hell do you mean that it 'seems impossible' to you guys too?"

"Turning someone is a very dangerous endeavor. We carefully pick who to change or introduce to our culture. Mostly it's those that our kind found- someone they want to spend their whole lives with. But not everyone survives, and we had been thinking we were cursed with the almost nonexistent number of successful turns," It almost seemed like Vance was telling me a story. "Thanks to you, we now know what had truly caused it. Or who."