Imagines/oneshots Book 1

193. chris motionless - which wolf? (part 1)

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werewolf!reader

its about as graphic as you would assume a story about a werewolf would be ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Much like the last thirty stories or so, this was written and edited in mid February. If I missed anything sorry, it's been edited and posted to my Tumblr for months already lol. If you all wanna get a jump on the next thirty stories (also known as book 2) they are all on my Tumblr as well. Link in bio!

Song: pet sematary by the Ramones covered by the haxans
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I looked down and kept checking my lunar calendar over and over again. I hadn't really thought about what I would do on a full moon when I took this job. Now I had to deal with that decision. And of course I couldn't just not get on the bus after a show and then show up in the next town with no explanation. That would be ridiculous, even if I could run that fast. But now I was scared, there was nowhere on this bus id be able to change and have enough space. I frowned at the thought.

"You okay?"

Chris asked as he came onto the bus, looking down at me and my concerned expression. He laughed a little.

"Why are you looking at the moon cycle?"

I let out a nervous laugh, scratching the back of my neck, cringing when I scratched too hard.

"Ow."

I said, pulling my hand away and looking down at my nails. It was starting already, they were sharper and longer than they were this morning. Pretty soon my teeth would follow and by the time the sun went down I'd be a fully changed werewolf. Chris looked a little skeptical.

"You good?"

I frowned, putting my hand to where I had scratched, bringing it back in front of my face and sighing at the little bit of blood.

"Guess not."

I stood up and walked to the bathroom.

"Holy shit y/n, that's some serious damage you did there."

He said, following me. When I was in the bathroom I grabbed a paper towel, wet it, wrung it out, and put it on my neck.

"It'll be fine. It's not the first time."

He looked at me like I was crazy. I turned around and faced him, leaning against the counter.

"What are you talking about? That looks pretty bad to me."

I shrugged, pulling the paper towel away and looking at it. Then I put my hand back up to my neck and the traces were gone. I always heel faster on transition nights which was kinda nice. I always saved doing dumb shit for those days just in case.

"Look, it's fine, nothing I can't handle."

I said turning to walk out of the bathroom and tossing the towel out. He followed me, moving my hair out of the way and making me pause in my tracks.

"But? But it's gone? You were bleeding a second ago, stuff like that doesn't just disappear."

I looked at him and shrugged.

"Guess your eyes were playing tricks on you."

He shook his head.

"No, that can't be it."

He inspected it, running his hand over where they were.

"They were just there."

He said a little defeated.