Ch.4
I got up and made my way into the living room. He was standing in the middle of the living room, waiting for me. “Okay. So you tell me about yourself, the non-human part.” He said. His eyes were gleaming. The thing about all of this was that I had no idea what it was.
“I…I don’t know what it is, I haven’t been it since I left. All I know is that it isn’t human.” This caught him by surprise. He gawked at me.
“That’s not good, that means that when you do, it’s going to be very painful.” He frowned and looked at me. “So you have no clue what you are?” he asked. I shook my head. “Okay, well I guess I’ll tell you.” He walked over and stood next to me. I stiffened. “Sorry. Um… ok well you are a werewolf. Not like those ones on scary movies that look like hairy monsters. You are a kind of large wolf. Just half a foot taller than a regular wolf.” he said.
The room spun, I wobbled and my knees gave out, I fell. Before I hit the ground, Mike caught my waist and helped me over to the couch. “Easy, I guess that was a little too much to take in.” he murmured. I felt unsure about him being this close to me. “Okay, well, I think I’ll have to help you turn. You need to get it over with so that you won’t have to worry.” My eyes widened. I’ve always feared turning into the werewolf but now I feared it more than ever.
He stood up and faced me, his eyes glowed slightly, and I felt a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. The glow was more prominent now, his eyes looked like blue lava, glowing. The feeling in my stomach turned to pain. Sharp, stinging, and moved to my muscles. He was making me turn into a werewolf. I managed to get up and walk outside onto the lawn before the pain really took over. He followed me, I could feel him looking at me, his eyes still glowing.
The pain rippled through my body in waves. Worse and worse. I got the same sick feeling and felt my body shifting, I remembered what I looked like from when I was eleven. The way my teeth get sharp and how my nose turns into a muzzle. How my back arches and my legs and arms shift into position. How my tail grows and the whole time my fur covers my skin, making me resemble a large gray wolf.
The pain finally went away, and my senses went on overload. The smells and the sounds. I could even taste the air. The warm, moist air of August. I looked over to Mike. He was watching me with a curious expression. I saw the keychain in his hand. He was afraid of me. I remembered the sharp pain of the metal ripping into my back and shuddered.
Mike slowly walked over to me. His eyes intent of my face, he stopped a few feet away from me. I became self-conscious and backed away, whimpering. He sat down and held out his hand. I stayed where I was, still not able to fully trust him. I felt like I had to obey though, and after a few seconds I got up and sat with my muzzle a few inches away from his hand. He smiled at my semi-trusting him. He placed his hand over my muzzle, and patted it.
“See. I told you I would help you. I don’t want you to go through what I went through…” he got up and went inside. I watched him as he left. I had a feeling of needing him. My head was spinning. Part of me hated him, but part of me felt as if I should have stayed here when I left.
