by T. S. Ryder
“No,” I said. “It’s a full moon, and it’s always full. But I think I am trapped in the body of a dog in the dreams, looking at the moon, barking or crying with the other dogs. Sometimes I see eggs hatching, wombs, veins…something trying to break free.”
“Go on,” he said. Honestly, I was surprised he was even listening to me talk about my dreams, but his eyes were fixed on me intently.
“That’s about it,” I told him. “You’ve read the rest, or heard it, or whatever.”
“Harrod, what I am about to tell you won’t be easy to digest, but I need you to man up and listen to me. You will have questions, but I need you to understand. Take your time to process everything.”
I just nodded. My dad has been possessed.
“Remember what your mother said?”
“Yeah, all those delusions she had,” I said.
“They weren’t delusions. She was telling the truth.”
My jaw dropped and stayed that way. I forgot how to speak at first, because I thought my dad has followed my mother’s lead and gone nuts.
“You lied!” I finally managed to say. Whether it was a question or statement, I didn’t know. “You mean Harris is alive?” I had always been told that Harris, my brother, had drowned in the pool one day when my mother wasn’t paying attention, and that CPS would take me away if I told anyone the truth.
He nodded. “He’s with Grandpa. I see him every month when I go hunting.”
“But I don’t understand. Why?”
There was a sudden surge of emotions, feelings I didn’t understand. I had been wronged, I felt. My heart expanded and contracted heavily in my chest, ready to explode.
“Why did you put my mother through all that?” The words weren’t even mine. “Why, if she was telling the truth?”
He looked at me again. It was the same look, but now it had a different meaning. There was power in his eyes, something that made me want to curl up under the bed.
“Your mother wasn’t quite there after what she saw. She wasn’t prepared for any of that. It was a lack of foresight on my part, but I did what had to be done. It was for the best.”
“According to who? Who decides what’s best?” I shouted at him.
“Harrod, do you remember what your mother’s delusions were?”
“No, I don’t.” It was so long ago that I couldn’t actually remember anything.
“This is going to be really hard to explain, then. You are a werewolf, Harrod!” He said it in the same way that Hagrid told Harry that he was a wizard, except that Harry was a child and I was a twenty-five-year-old man. “We all are,” he continued. “Except your mother.” He got up and paced around the room. “I should have told her, prepared her somehow, but I didn’t. I thought she would never find out.”
“Are you fucking with me?”
“Language, Harrod,” he chided.
“You think you can tell me I’m a werewolf all of a sudden and I’ll believe you?”
“That’s what I’d like, yes.”
“Do you know how crazy this sounds? Do you want to send me to the loony bin too? Is that what this is about? Why are you telling me all this now?”
“When we live in cities, these are the sorts of problems we face. I was waiting for your inner wolf to come out. Werewolves who live in packs don’t have to wait so long. They can shift at a very young age. Your brother could shift easily when he turned nine. With you…I have been waiting for this to happen.”
“I don’t want to be a werewolf. I want a normal life. I don’t want to be a freak,” I spat. “What’s next, you gonna tell me that grandpa is a werewolf too?”
“Everyone in our family is a werewolf, except for your mother and her side of the family. In time you will learn to appreciate and respect who you are,” he said, keeping his voice gentle.
“Fuck this,” I said. “I want to go see Harrison right now!”
“Leave,” he said. I could see anger rise suddenly in him. “We’ll talk tomorrow,” he barked through gritted teeth, and closed the door as I left.
Chapter Four - The Cat’s Curiosity
Siobhan
When I got home that day, I found Harrod on Facebook. Imagine my disappointment on finding out that his profile was completely private, save for the photo. It was a nice picture, though. He stood next to a couple of older men at some sort of official dinner, the type that my mom goes to. I never get to go with her, not that I want to.
The next day, when he didn’t show up to class for the project, I got curious. I decided to give him a visit. I could say it was for the project or that I was worried about his health. I got his number and address from one of his friends, Jacob, when I found him alone. I know, I know I said I wouldn’t, but the project thing is not entirely an excuse. I had a GPA to worry about if I were to get somewhere in life.
It was almost evening when I reached home. For some reason, I wanted to look good. It’s not that I have a crush or anything on Harrod — I just wanted to look good in that way girls want to look good around guys. And Harrod didn’t really seem like a bad guy, unlike his friends who were snobbish jerks. But then I barely knew him. I took a cold shower, braided my curly hair and tied it into a knot. I slid into a gray, knee-length skirt, which I paired with a white blouse, a white pearl necklace, classic, black pumps and a cream cardigan, which covered my plump derriere. I know what I sound like, but that’s how my mom dresses and that’s how she taught me to dress. I looked fine, my face didn’t betray me: subtle makeup, pearl earrings, no lipstick. I was going to surprise him.
I asked my mother if I could have the driver. She agreed, without asking me where I was going. So I headed towards where Harrod lived, uninvited. This would all be a huge waste of time if he wasn’t home, but he was so sick yesterday and missed university today, so I was sure he’d be home. On the way to his place, we were stopped at the start of the road that led to his house. There was a checkpoint, and an officer walked over. I rolled down the window.
“Ma’am, do you have a pass?”
“No,” I replied.
“I am sorry, you need to have prior clearance to go beyond this point.”
“I am here to see Harrod. Harrod Ford.”
“What’s your name and the purpose of your visit?”
“I’m Siobhan. Like I said, I want to see Harrod.”
The officer whispered into his walkie-talkie and signaled another officer. “I need to see your ID.”
I handed him my ID and he walked away with it. He returned after above five minutes and gave back my ID. “You are cleared to go,” he told me, then turned to the driver. “Stick to the main road. Once you reach the residence, wait for clearance outside the gate.” He nodded and stepped back as the car lurched forward.
I knew Harrod was super rich, and I did expect him to live in a mansion, but I gawked when the car stopped outside the gates and I waited for clearance. This wasn’t just a mansion, it was the mother of mansions. The size of it was only underlined by the gorgeous lighting that had been arranged over the towers and parapets of the building, outlining the massive space and size of the structure against the dark of the sky behind it. He lived in a mini-freaking-city. There were roads inside the gate! A guard directed us to stop in front of the stairs that led to the house. Once I got out, I was greeted by a butler, who took me to the drawing room.
“Wait here,” he told me. “Mr. Harrod will be here shortly.”
“Actually, I was wondering if you could take me to his room. I know he isn’t well, so I don’t want to get into all the formalities and all. I just want to see him, then I’ll let him rest. I am sure he won’t mind.”
“If you insist,” he replied. “Follow me.”
The mansion had really high ceilings, like a museum. Tall, stone columns lined the corridor. I paused to gape at the sight of the single, giant Christmas tree that had been placed in the main lobby of the mansion. I had seen massive, well-decorated trees before. I was the daughter of a senator, so I
was used to ostentatious displays of power, as she called them. But this was something else. It was almost a parody and I couldn’t tell if whoever had placed the tree there had done so out of sincerity or mockery.
My heart was thumping. The butler left me outside Harrod’s room. Once he was out of sight, I went in. I caught him just as he was pulling up his pants.
“Oh my god, I am so sorry. I should have knocked. I got so nervous.”
“It’s okay,” he said, as he zipped up his pants. “Come on in, have a seat. Sorry my room’s a mess.”
He was shirtless and looked like Tarzan. As he got up, he seemed way taller than he usually appeared, but that was probably because I had never stood that close to him. He was easily 6’7. His body was lined with muscles that you normally only see in magazines. A flat stomach, biceps, triceps, six-pack, pecs, Hugh Jackman-like thighs and what not. I had always thought he was just ‘large.’ There was a stipple of black hairs on his arms, a light peppering of it on his chest and a thin line of hair which ran down his stomach into his pants. I mean, he never came to university in those sleeveless shirts that other buffs did, and he never showed off his body. But, my god, was he gorgeous! Medium length black hair, messed up, fell to his sides. I have had the hots for guys with chiseled jaws, but his entire face was chiseled. Square-ish, strong sides formed a sexy chin. His light beard was sparse in the mustache area, giving him the Wolverine look. His eyes were deep set, cold and blue as ice. His nose accentuated his features. It wasn’t very thin, not like the nose of a singer or a movie guy. It was average, erect and strong. This was all in stark contrast to how I had always seen him in university. He dressed modestly and formally, although always in branded clothes, and with a slick hairstyle and shaved or trimmed beard. It really minimized his looks.
“You look like crap,” I said quickly. I hoped he hadn’t seen me eyeing him up.
“Thanks,” he said, extending his hand. “You look pretty fucked up yourself. Welcome to my humble abode.”
When I shook his hand, it felt really nice. If you knew me, you would know that I don’t suck up to guys or drool over them or any of that crazy desperate stuff, but I did something like that anyway, just this once. I went on and gave him a hug.
“I was worried about you,” I said, pulling back quickly as his hand went from the small of my back to my hips.
“Why? You barely looked at me yesterday.”
“Well, you were all sick yesterday and you didn’t show up to class today. Besides, I need to get into a good university for my Ph.D. and for that I need good grades; and to get good grades, I need my project partner.”
“Yeah, sorry about that,” he said, scratching his head. “I have just had a lot on my…I have just been sick.”
“Safe to assume you saw a doctor?”
“Yeah, I did. He said it’s nothing.”
“What? It wasn’t nothing yester—”
“So, what do you wanna do?” he interrupted. He wanted to change the topic, so I didn't push.
I saw him looking at me. He was definitely checking me out. Was he interested in me? I was about to find out.
“Oh,” I said. “I just came to check on you. I wanted to make sure you were okay. Since you appear fine, I guess I should head back.”
“No, Siobhan, stay! Please.”
“My mom’s going to need her car back. I can’t stay long.” This bit was true.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll send your car back now and my driver will drop you later.”
“Are you sure?” Now I really wanted to stay. He was genuinely nice. “I don’t wanna be a burden.”
“Oh, hell, no,” he said, in a husky voice. “Not at all.” Then he went out and shouted, “Gabe!”
When his butler came, he told him to send my driver back. And now I felt stupid. There weren’t any other people in the mansion, at least none that I had seen so far, and anything could happen. Doesn’t this sound like the kind of situation where girls get drugged and raped?
When he returned, he stood in the doorway. “I’ve asked Gabe to set dinner for two. You will join me, yes?”
He looked uncertain when he asked me this, almost boyish.
“You are not telling me you live here all alone, are you?”
“No,” he said. “I live with my dad. But he’s not always home for dinner, so I have to eat alone. Would you do me the honor of joining me tonight?” he asked, putting his hand forward again.
“Yes,” I said, taking his hand. He spun me around, pulled me close to him, then pushed me onto his arm to kiss me, but I turned my face. He kissed me on the cheek anyway.
“What was that for?”
“For being a good friend,” he said.
“Okay,” I replied.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“Tell me, you’ve got the look. Just spill it out. I won’t bite, I promise.”
“Look,” I began. “I am here as a friend, that’s all. I don’t want you to get any ideas. By the way, my mom’s a senator.”
He laughed scornfully. “Why, did you think I was gonna rape you or something?”
“No, of course not. I just…had to put it out there.”
“I do know all about your mom, though. I’ve seen her file.”
“What file?”
“The place where my dad works, they have a file on all government officials.”
“Ah,” I said, as I put the dots together.
I sat on the bed as he put on a shirt, rolled up his sleeves to the elbows and buttoned it up. Then he turned to me. “Listen, Siobhan, I may not know how to say your name right, but I’m not an asshole. I know you won’t believe me, and you have some preconceived notions about me, but trust me, I’m not a bad guy. Let’s not turn what we have into another Pride & Prejudice.”
“What do you mean?” I asked. “What do we have?”
“Come on, don’t pretend like you don’t know. I saw you checking me out.” Crikey, he did see me! But why did he say ‘what we have’ like we had something? We had nothing. I don’t date guys like him.
“I really don’t know what you are talking about,” I stated, flat as a robot.
“Really?” He gave me a knowing look. “It’s alright if you aren’t interested. I won’t push it, then. I thought we had something, but maybe I was wrong. Fine with me.”
Crap, I’ve already screwed up. Why does it always take me so long to understand things?
“I didn’t say we don’t have anything,” I said. “I mean…we could have something. But you’re gonna have to show me that you mean it, because trust me, I am not going to satisfy your whims. I am not the type of girl you can have just because you’re a rich boy who gets everything he wants.”
“Rich boy, seriously, you’re bringing that into this?”
“I think I should leave,” I said. “I am ruining things. I suck at this.”
“You’re fine,” he laughed, putting his hand on my shoulder. “Come on, have dinner with me. We’ll take things as we go. Don’t read too much into everything.”
“Okay,” I said, and followed him to the dining room.
Chapter Five - The Walk Under The Moonless Sky
Harrod
I won’t bore you with the dinner details, and it wasn’t a dinner anyway. That’s just what I had to tell Siobhan so I could get a date with her. She wouldn’t have agreed if I had asked her outright. She was a beautiful girl, but I knew her beauty wasn’t limited to her looks. During the dinner, I found out more about the person she was, and it was every bit as lovely as her face.
There was modesty in everything she did, from the way she dressed to the way she talked. She had great self-control and discipline, qualities that are rare in my circle. She was exactly the woman that my dad would approve of. Her big brown eyes were surrounded by long lashes, which drooped halfway after two glasses of wine and reflected the candlelight. She had a small mouth, her lips were pink and her nose was like that of a baby. She carried herself
with simplicity. What attracted me to her, even more, was how she thought of herself as an ordinary girl, in spite of having a congresswoman as her mother. Usually, these things go to people’s heads, but she wanted to do something on her own.
After dinner, we went for a walk out in the gardens, under the cloudy sky. I discreetly guided her towards the back gardens, somewhere that held the hope of privacy and where we would not be illuminated by lighting infrastructure that belonged on the set of star wars. She had relaxed by then. I grabbed her hand and intertwined my fingers with hers. She was laughing now, giggling, a semi-smile fixed on her face. She had left her sweater in the dining room – exposing her curves from the front and back – and was shivering a bit. I pulled her close, putting an arm around her.
“You are warm,” she said after a while, nuzzling against me, wrapping her arm around my back. Her skin smelled of strawberries and was soft to the touch. She kicked her heels off and left them behind. “Dang, I can’t walk in these.”
“Why do you wear them then?” I asked.
“I’d be a midget next to you without them,” she said. “Besides, they make my hips look smaller,” she added, a little self-consciously.
“It wouldn’t make me like you any less if they looked bigger.” I kissed her head, rubbing my nose in her hair, taking in her feminine scent, reaching for her plump ass. Her ass did look bigger, almost swollen, now that her heels were off.
“Jesus, the grass feels so good under my feet. The earth is so soft. I can’t remember the last time I did this.”
“You should come here more often, then.”
“I just might,” she said, skipping three steps ahead of me. I caught her from behind and pulled her close, my hands under her heavy bosom. “This seems like a great place to unwind.”
“You bet.”
We were quite a distance from my home when it started drizzling silently. We ran and found refuge under a tree. I sat with my back against it and she sat next to me, shivering violently now.
“You’re barely wet,” I said.