It was no use, the black wolf stared at me with its red bloodshot eyes and slowly took a step forward. I backed up and looked around me, "There is no point in running! He will catch up to me with ease. This is bad! I'm a sitting duck!" I could jump in the river, but it had no current and he would still be able to get me. I could not even find anything on the ground that I could use to defend myself. I am going to die, and no one is around to save me. This is the end…
The wolf took another step forward and bared its fangs at me. It had drool coming out from the side of its mouth. I stared back at it and tried to embrace myself for its attack. The black wolf charged at me and leaped into the air to jump on me.
"AHHH!!!"
(BEEP BEEP BEEP)
I opened my eyes and was awakened by the alarm I had set on my phone.
"Nooo!" I shouted as I sat up in bed and felt myself making sure that I was not injured.
"It was just a nightmare," I said in relief.
My phone was still going off and I reached over to the side of my bed where I had it charging on top of my desk to turn it off.
I sat there on the edge of my bed while looking around the room and saw the sunlight barely starting to come in. I realized something at that moment, I did not feel cold. Wes usually keeps the A/C blasting in the house. I could see my breath when I speak or breathe, and I would have to wear a sweater even if it were one hundred degrees outside. This time, the cold didn't even bother me at all. Maybe I'm just getting used to the temperature. I stood up and noticed that I was full of energy. I must have slept like a baby! I feel great! I stretched my arms out in front of me and noticed the bandages still wrapped around me.
"Oh yeah! I forgot I had these on! I wonder if it is okay to take them off. All well!"
I started tearing off the bandages and saw that I had no wounds. I sat back down on the edge of my bed confused, "Where did this blood come from if I have no wounds?"
Next, I tore off the bandages around my chest and abdominal area. "This is so strange! Where did all the blood come from?"
The bandages were even around my head. I unwrapped them and my long black hair came flowing out. I was removing the bandages slowly and carefully so I would not get my eyebrow piercing stuck when I felt my right eyebrow and realized the piercing was gone.
I ran to the mirror in my room to carefully inspect my body, and to my surprise, I had no scars or wounds that had healed up. It's as if nothing had ever happened to me. Something strange is going on.
I threw the bandages away and decided to get dressed. In the closet, I have two huge luggage full of clothes since I am always sleeping over. I might as well live here.
I walked out of my room and as I stood in the hallway in front of my room, I realized that the house was quiet, "Wes must still be asleep." I tried to walk as quietly as I could to not make a sound on the wooden floor and crept my way into the kitchen, passing Wes sleeping on the couch in the living room. "I guess that I am going to have to make some breakfast since I am the one who is up early."
"How do you feel?"
I looked out from the side of the doorway and saw Wes getting up from the couch. I don't know why he likes to sleep in the living room when he has his own bedroom; in fact, there are five bedrooms in this house! It could be that the couch is more comfortable than his bed, but that wouldn't make any sense because if that were the case, he has money to be able to afford another. It could be the fact that he gets visitors or clients at every hour of the day, and it would just be easier for him to just get up from the couch and tend to them.
Wes walked by me wearing nothing but briefs and went straight to the fridge to get out a bottle of beer. I looked at him in disbelief, "You're already drinking at 7 am?!"
He pops the cap off with his teeth, "I like to get an early start and get drunk by 10 am."
I stood there staring at him, speechless.
"That can't be healthy for anyone to get drunk this early in the morning."
Wes chugged down the beer as if it were water, "Alright! I feel better already! I will make us some breakfast." He looked back at me, "You never answered me, how are you feeling today?"
I went and took a seat at the table at the opposite end of the kitchen, "I feel great. Better than most days."
"So why didn't you go to class today?"
"I thought that I would just stay home and relax a bit after what I had just gone through." I quickly changed the topic, "What's for breakfast?"
"Eggs mixed with weenies and ham." He said as he pours some beer into the skillet.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Don't put beer in my food!" I shouted at Wes.
"What? It's to give it flavor." Wes said it as if it was a normal thing.
"Whatever…" I don't believe that one bit.
This is one of many reasons why I like being at Wes house, the man can cook. He could be making the simplest thing and it would come out delicious. I just don't know what that man does to that food, but he could turn a straight man gay in a heartbeat with his cooking. He used to say that if the food is too good to be true, then they must have run their dick across it. I hope that this is not the case with my food.
"Can you get the bread out of the pantry and the tea out of the fridge?"
"Sure!" I might as well since I'm not doing anything except sitting down. I got up and walked towards the end of the house into the hall where the pantry was. At the end of the hall are the other two rooms; his bedroom with his own bathroom and across his room was where he did his nightly job and took people in for a private cleansing or whatever needed to be done.
"I don't see the bread?! Are you sure that you didn't just run out?"
"Are you serious!? Are you sure that you are looking right?"
I kept staring at everything in front of me while looking up, down, sideways, and in every direction possible, "I don't see anything!"
I heard Wes hit the rim of the skillet and tossed the spoon on top of the counter.
Wes pushed me out of the way and extended his right arm in front of him, "What the fuck is this then!?"
"If you don't know what that is, I'm not telling you."
Wes pointed at the fridge, "GO AND GET THE DAMN TEA! You never learned to move stuff out the way and always want things to be in plain sight!"
"It would make sense to have it in plain sight-" I don't know what happened, but I ended up on the floor.
"Damn it! The fridge is leaking again!" Wes shouted.
I am on the floor lying on my back staring at the ceiling. Wes passed right by me with a mop in his hand.
I started talking to myself aloud and sarcastically, "Paul are you okay? You are not hurt, right? Here, let me help you."
Wes stopped mopping and looked at me, "You're still on the ground!? Get your dumb ass up so I can dry up the floor!"
As I was slowly getting up, I told him, "There is no point mopping up the water anymore, my clothes soaked it all up as I was waiting for you to help me up."
Wes cracked a smile, "Then I should be thanking you for helping me clean up for once."
"Whatever." I walked back into my room to change into some dry clothes.
I made my way back into the kitchen to find the food had been served and Wes was already eating without me, "Thanks for waiting on me."
"You took too long, so I started to eat without you."
"I can see that."
I took the seat beside him and sat down.
Wes pointed his fork at me, "Have you noticed that now you have some muscles and a built body?"
Muscles?!
I stared down at myself and realized he was right. The clothes felt tighter than usual, but it was just me thinking that I was getting fat. I was too busy looking for any scars or wounds that I completely missed my shredded body.
"Is this what happens when I get bitten by a werewolf?"
Wes nodded his head, "There is more to it than just a hot bod. It also comes with other unique abilities. Which you will learn as you go about being a werewolf."
I was excited about learning what else I could do and started to think that maybe this whole werewolf stuff isn't so bad.
"There is one bad thing about this." Wes paused for a moment to think, "Let me rephrase that, two bad things about it."
I raised my eyebrow at him in confusion.
"First off, you must feed to keep your strength up and keep your sanity."
"Feed?!"
"Yes feed. You must hunt and feast on human flesh and blood in order to survive."
I looked at Wes as if he were crazy, "I can't kill anyone for the fuck of it?!"
"You're going to have to if not the beast within will control you and go on a killing spree until its urge has been satisfied."
"Whatever, I will deal with that when the time comes. What is the other bad thing?"
"Second, I can't teach you witchcraft no more."
I almost choked on my saliva when he said, "Why not?! That's not fair! You said you were. Just yesterday you were teaching me how to cleanse with a sage smudging stick!"
Wes waited for me to calm down before he spoke, "I know that I told you that I was, and trust me nothing will make me happier than to show you."
"So then?! What's the problem?!"
"It's not that I don't want to teach you anymore, it's the fact that when a person becomes a Lycan; they lose the ability to practice witchcraft due to the curse that the person must carry for the rest of their life."
I started to get irritated, "Are you serious?! Isn't there another way around it?"
Wes shook his head slowly from side to side and I just felt like I had lost the golden opportunity of a lifetime. It's not an everyday thing that anyone gets a chance to learn how to cast spells and expel demons from a high-caliber witch. I felt like my life was already ruined.
All well, and that is how my life as a witch ended and my new life as a werewolf began.