by Mac Flynn
Lenore wasn’t thrilled to see Stan’s truck parked outside her house. She lugged the food inside and found her brother seated at her dining table, which was unusual. When he let himself in with his spare key she usually found him on the couch with a bag of chips eating away her food supply in front of the television.
His eyes were on her the moment she stepped through the door. “We have to talk,” he told her.
“Nice to see you, too,” she quipped. She walked into the open kitchen that abutted the dining room and plopped the bags on the counter.
He stood and walked over to stand by her side. “This isn’t funny. I got the results back from the lab,” he explained.
Lenore paused and turned her head toward him. Her heart thumped in her chest. “And?”
“It’s blood.”
Lenore wrinkled her nose. “Blood? Like vampire-drinking blood?” she guessed.
“Yeah, but it’s not human. It’s wolf blood,” he added.
Her heart stopped. Memories of the dream rushed back to her, and she leaned against the counter for support. Her voice came out as a hoarse whisper. “Wolf blood?” she repeated.
Stan noticed the color drain from her face. “Is something bothering you?”
Lenore shook her head. “I-it’s nothing, just didn’t sleep well last night, but wolf’s blood? Not dog or alpaca blood?” she asked him.
“Definitely wolf,” he confirmed.
“So do you still think he’s out to get me? Maybe he’s just trying to add a little hair on my chest,” she teased.
“Or giving you a chance to be in the circus as the bearded lady,” he quipped. He glanced at his watch while Lenore stuck her tongue out at him. “But whatever he’s doing, I have to go back to his house,” he commented.
Lenore raised her head and glared at him. “I told you yesterday not to go snooping around in there,” she reminded him.
He snorted. “Did you already forget who volunteered me to fix up his house?” he countered.
“Oh, right. The repairs.” Her scattered thoughts had forgotten about that detail, but it didn’t miss the unlikely coincidence between her dream and the vial being full of wolf blood.
“Are you sure you’re all right? You look like the time I tricked you into eating that worm thinking it was candy,” Stan commented.
“I’m fine, just got sick last night and had a bad dream, that’s all,” she replied.
“Maybe you should go see a doctor. There might be some damage from the fall,” he persisted.
Lenore growled. The noise surprised both Stan and her. She tilted her head down and massaged her temple. “I’m fine, really. I have the next few days off and the only plan I have is to vegetate on the couch or in my bed.”
Stan sighed, but nodded. “All right, but if you need anything feel free to give me a call.” He glanced at her groceries and frowned when his eyes fell on the meat package. He took it out and examined the faint bite marks in the hamburger. “Did you know somebody took a bite out of your hamburger?” he asked her.
She snorted. “Yeah, but I don’t mind some bite in my food.”
He turned the container over and set it down. “Well, the plastic isn’t torn, so it should be all right. It looks better than you, at least.”
Lenore scowled at him. “Thanks. You make a sister feel loved.”
“Just doing my solemn duty as an older brother,” he replied.
“I’ll remember to call you any time I need to talk to a pain in the ass,” she commented.
Stan grinned. “Always here to help, but I guess I should be going to help Nick. He tried helping me tear down some boards yesterday and ended up cutting himself pretty bad on some old nails. For a guy who works with blood he doesn’t like it much. He hauled me away from the area so he could clean up the mess. Wouldn’t even let me help wipe it up,” Stan told her.
Lenore shrugged. “Maybe he thinks you’ll put a curse on him if you get some of his blood. You know, some sort of a concerned-brother curse,” she guessed.
Stan furrowed his brow and shrugged. “Maybe, but I’ll stop by after work and see how you’re doing.”
“I’ll be here,” she promised.
Chapter 12
Stan left and Lenore stumbled over to the dining chair he’d left out. She collapsed on the seat and leaned over the table with her head clasped in her hands. From her lips spilled forth a mantra of denial.
“There’s nothing suspicious about Nick’s wolf blood. He’s a scientist, he’s supposed to have strange things in his lab. He probably has vampire bat and donkey blood in there. It has nothing to do with your dream last night. It’s all just a strange coincidence-” Her head snapped up when she heard her doorbell ring.
Lenore walked over to the door and opened it to find Nick on her doorstep. His delicious lips were pressed together in a concerned frown and his eyes wore that strange glint in them that she’d seen earlier. “If you’re looking for Stan, he just left,” she told him.
“I know. I watched him leave. Mind if I come in?” Nick requested.
Lenore frowned and remembered her ill-kept promise to Stan about staying away from him. “Actually, I think it’d be better if I laid down for-”
“It’s important,” he emphasized.
“How important?” she countered.
“Did your brother tell you what his police friends found in the vial?” he asked her.
She tilted her head to one side and raised an eyebrow. “How do you know about the vial?” she wondered. Stan told her he’d snuck it out.
“Did he?” Nick persisted.
“Yeah, why?”
“What I have to say concerns that, and you.”
She wasn’t liking the direction this was going. “Nick, if something’s wrong then just spit it out.”
He glanced over his right shoulder at Godding’s house. “Not here in the open. There’s too many eyes and ears,” he commented.
Lenore reluctantly stepped aside. He hurried into the house and stopped a few yards from the door which she shut after him. “You’re being even more secretive than usual,” she pointed out.
“Being secretive has kept me alive for a long time. So long that it’s become habit.” He turned to her and she gasped when she saw his eyes were a bright yellow color. “I never thought I’d share this secret with anyone else, but you changed my mind.”
Lenore whirled around and yanked on the door, but he was too fast. He swiftly came up behind her and slammed it shut. She dove under his arm and ran toward the kitchen, but he caught her arm and pulled her back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, pinning her arms to her side and her body agianst him. She squirmed and growled, but her efforts failed to free her.
“Let me go!” she demanded.
“Not until you here what I have to say. Then you can decide whether or not you have the right to kill me,” he insisted.
Lenore paused and glanced up at him. “Kill you? What the hell are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about yesterday and your accident. Your brother was right when he told you I gave you something to make you better,” he admitted.
Lenore stiffened and her heart beat furiously in her chest. “What did you give me?” she asked him.
“My blood.”
The color drained from Lenore’s face and she alternated between the options of throwing up and eating a bar of soap. “What the hell did you give me that for?” she questioned him.
“Because otherwise you would have died, and I didn’t want that. Not when I could do something about it,” he replied.
“So you gave me your blood and it what? Made me all better?” she scoffed.
“It healed your external and internal wounds, but there’s a price to pay for saving your life,” he told her.
She leaned away from this man who was so obviously insane. “Whatever you’re on I don’t want any, but I would really appreciate if you let me go so I can call the cops,” she requested.
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sp; A bitter smile slid onto his lips. “You don’t believe me. I wouldn’t, either, if I were you, but it’s the truth. The blood Stan wiped away on your arms and face were from the gashes caused by the pavement and gravel. Your breathing told me there were more serious internal injuries. All I could think about was saving you, and that’s why I did it.”
“Give me your blood?” she guessed.
“Yes, and changed you into a werewolf.”
Lenore blinked. “You’re insane, aren’t you? That’s why you don’t have a beautiful trophy girlfriend, isn’t it?”
It was Nick’s turn to blink, and a moment later he burst out laughing. Lenore took advantage of his distraction to jab her elbow backwards into his side. He gasped and his arms slipped. She hurried forward and toward the sliding glass door beyond her rear living room. She rushed around the couch, but Nick leapt over and cleared the couch and the coffee table in front of it. He landed between her and the glass, and held his arms out on either side of him.
“I can’t let you leave until I’ve convinced you I’m not insane,” he insisted.
She backed up and scowled at him. “I’m going to leave anyway,” she argued.
“The park,” he told her.
Lenore paused and furrowed her brow. “Huh?”
“You leapt down from your bedroom window and followed a scent to the park last night. Am I right?”
She slowly shook her head. “No, that was just a dream. I dreamed that.” She turned and tried to flee, but he caught her wrist and held her in place. She didn’t turn to look at him, and her body trembled.
“You know it’s the truth. You know you changed into a wolf creature and followed the trail to the park. My trail,” he insisted.
Lenore froze and slowly turned her head toward him. “Your trail?” she repeated.
He nodded. “My trail,” he repeated. “I was the one you met at the park.” A humorless smile slid onto his lips. “We did have a date scheduled,” he pointed out.
Lenore’s legs buckled and she would have fallen if he hadn’t caught her. He helped her over to the couch where she sat down in a half-stupor. “It can’t be. None of that was real. I fell asleep and dreamed it all,” she whispered.
Nick seated himself by her side and clasped her hands in his. “You didn’t dream any of it. You changed into a werewolf and followed me to the park.”
Her eyes widened and she slipped her hands out of his. “Where we-”
“-mated. Afterward, I returned you to your bedroom and threw away your ruined clothes,” he finished.
Lenore leaned forward and clutched her head in her hands. “This can’t be happening. Please tell me this is some sort of a sick joke.”
Nick looked sadly on the distraught woman. “I wish I could, but the truth-”
“Maybe I can’t handle the truth, okay?” she shouted. She whipped her head up and glared at him. “Maybe I don’t want to believe what you’re telling me. What then?”
“The truth will come to you whether you want it to or not. It’s your choice to accept it and deal with it, or reject it and learn the hard way,” he told her.
She jumped to her feet and paced the floor in front of the coffee table. “You’re telling me that I’m a werewolf and that I should just accept that? Heck no!”
“It’s the truth,” he persisted.
Lenore stopped and spun around to face him. “Prove it.”
Nick sighed and stood. “I will, but promise not to scream.”
She folded her arms and scowled at him. “Just prove it.”
“Very well.”
Lenore’s eyes widened when fur sprouted from Nick’s face. The color in his eyes darkened, and his dark hair spilled over his back. His lips pulled back and revealed long, sharp fangs. The tips of his ears sharpened to points and his fingers elongated into claws. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she fell into a dead faint.
The next Lenore knew was someone sticking something nasty-smelling against her nostrils. It smelled of three-day old fish or overstayed guests. She coughed and pushed it away, but they shoved it back. Lenore opened her eyes and found herself on her living room floor with Nick knelt beside her. In his hands was a vial, and the horrid smell emanated from the glass container.
“What’s in that stuff? Incense of death?” she choked out.
“Wolf’s bane, actually. It repels our kind with its scent,” he replied. He corked the bottle and helped her sit up. “And I thought I made you promise not to faint.”
“It was screaming,” she reminded him. She clutched her head in one hand and fought off the dizziness. Memories of her reason for fainting rushed back, and she whipped her head up to Nick. His face was clean-shaven and his eyes were their normal color. “Did I just imagine-”
“Me turning into a werewolf? No, that was real,” he told her.
She shuddered and wrapped her arms around herself. “Then I’m really a werewolf?” she whispered.
“You’re really a werewolf,” he softly replied.
Lenore burst into tears. Nick wrapped his arms around her and she clutched his shirt. He could barely understand her through her blubbering. “Why did you do this to me? What did I ever do to you?” she sobbed.
“It’s not so bad,” he consoled her. A mischievous smile slipped onto his lips. “The fleas are a little annoying, but you get used to them.” His joke only made her cry harder and louder. He sighed and pulled her to arm’s length. Her bleary red eyes stared back at him with fear and confusion. “I know you’re frightened. I was, too, when I changed, but you have one very important asset at your disposal.”
She sniffled. “What’s that?”
He grinned and straightened. “Me.”
Chapter 13
Lenore frowned, but her tears flowed less. “But you’re the one who did this to me,” she reminded him.
“And I will be the one to make this change as painless as possible,” he promised.
“But I don’t want this change to happen at all,” she protested.
“As much as we wish we could turn back time the clocks on that face don’t go in reverse,” he told her.
Her eyes narrowed and her lips curled back in a snarl. He detected a hint of yellow in the depths of her eyes that warned him something bad was about to happen. “First you give me your blood knowing it would make me a werewolf-”
“-to save your life,” he reminded her.
“-and now you’re spouting off wisdom as if I’m supposed to just accept this and welcome my new life with you with open arms?”
“That was my hope, yes,” he admitted. Lenore let out a roar and pounced on him. Her weight pushed him to the floor. He grabbed her wrists and noticed her fingers end in long, talon-like claws. “Get a hold of yourself!” he yelled at her.
“You said I could kill you!” she snapped. She straddled him and tried to grab his neck.
“But you need me!” he told her.
“I need you to let me strangle you!” she growled.
Nick rolled over and their positions were reversed. He straddled her and pressed her wrists on the floor above her head. He leaned forward so their noses nearly brushed against each other. A sly grin slipped onto his face. “This reminds me of last night,” he commented.
“Does this?” she growled. Lenore shoved her knee upward and hit him in the groin. Nick’s eyes widened and he tilted over clutching at the family jewels. Lenore jumped on him and got in a few nice punches before he recovered enough to snatch her wrists. He stood and dragged her thrashing and kicking to her feet. His eyes were yellow and his mouth was set in a firm line.
“That’s quite enough,” he growled.
Lenore shoved her face into his and glared at him. “I haven’t even started,” she replied.
Nick was out of breath, so he shook his head. “But I’m finished.” He pushed her backward and she bounced onto the couch cushions. Lenore sprung up only to have him push her back down. “This is getting us nowhere,” he told her.
> “It’s getting me revenge,” Lenore shot back.
“Revenge won’t help you adapt to this new life, but I will,” he argued. Lenore tilted her lips back in a snarl, but turned her head away. Nick sighed and plopped down on the cushion beside her. “I would be very angry with myself if I were in your position-”
“But you’re not,” she pointed out.
“No, I’m not, and that’s why I need to offer myself to you as compensation,” he told her.
Lenore couldn’t help her roving eyes as they flickered over to him. He wasn’t a bad package deal. She steeled herself against her feminine glee and crossed her arms. “I still won’t accept your apology.”
“And I’m not asking you to, but at least accept my help.” He gently lay a hand on her leg and stared into her angry face. “Please.”
Lenore turned away and her mind worked at some witty remark. She had nothing but the fear and anger inside of her, and they weren’t offering to help like Nick was. “How. . .how bad is this going to effect me?” She glanced at him. “Am I going to change every full moon?”
Nick smiled and shook his head. “The full moon does make the change more likely, but the change happened last night because you were-well, in need of the opposite sex.”
Lenore face twisted into disbelief. “You’re saying that I changed into an animal because I wanted sex?”
“Not in those words, but yes,” he agreed.
Lenore faced straight ahead and her eye twitched. “So every time I watch a steamy romance I’m going to need a miniature lawn mower to shave my legs?”
Nick coughed and did a poor job of hiding his grin beneath his pursed lips. “You can control it, as I showed you earlier,” he told her.
“What about this craving for raw meat? Earlier today I wanted to clean out the meat section,” she asked him.
“That will take some time, but it can also be controlled,” he assured her.
Lenore pressed her legs against her chest and set her head on her knees. “You make this sound as easy as setting up a TV, but it’s more like programming a VCR, isn’t it?”
“Unfortunately, that is a better analogy,” he admitted.