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Chapter 28 - Out With ItFriday, October 7th, 2011
Moon Phase – Waxing Gibbous
Days until the Full Moon – 5
Once in his helmet and his motorcycle running, Alex found the first gap in the traffic and punched the accelerator. The sounds of the engine and the wind against his clothing couldn’t mask the worry he was feeling from driving towards that location, and possibly encountering Shane.
But then, what if he didn’t? What if he was already gone? There was always that possibility. The drive to the location his father told him about was at least twenty minutes; the rush hour traffic on the highway nearby however was a sign it would take longer. Chances were good he would be gone by the time he got there. It was still daytime as well.
“Ugh. C’mon, think. What can I do when I get there?”
With the police at the location, the most he could visibly do was watch and observe. But then, he could tell by scent if Shane was there, if the wind was blowing the ri
Chapter 19 - Those You TrustSaturday, September 23rd, 2011
Moon Phase – Waning Crescent
Friday passed without much change in routine, letting Alex concentrate on what was coming. At least in between sessions on his grindbox and an extended time at the Tampa shop. As it happened, that day was when Walter was taking sign-ups for the demo. Without hesitation, Alex signed himself up to take part, getting his mind to relax a bit.
At the same time, he was starting to wonder why he wasn’t seeing any messages from his friends over the last few days. The sickening thought of Nathan, or Marcus, already spilling the beans and them not speaking to him came to mind but he refused to believe that. Even so, with the approach of zero-hour, and Nathan’s car in the driveway on Saturday, Alex was hoping with everything he had that his friends would understand.
“Hey, man.” Nathan said as Alex came up to him and shook his hand.
“Hey. C’mon inside.” Opening the front door
Chapter 16 - The First TalksWednesday, September 20th, 2011
Moon Phase – Last Quarter
Behind him was his mother’s sedan, to his left a clear run to the front door, and his right the garage door. The front door was the most appealing, but if the gate came open he would be seen. With his breaths through his nose, Alex could tell his father hadn’t gotten out of his uniform yet. Nor had he taken off his utility belt or handgun.
Hoping not to get himself shot, or threatened with it, Alex backed away from the truck, keeping the cars between himself and his dad. Hearing him tell Bailey to sit and stay, a groan sounded from his pet and the side gate opened. His footfalls circled the side and back of the truck as Alex continued to back away from him.
With the sun already down, his father pulled out a flashlight and clicked it on. The initial sweep of the beam missed a part of his pelt, causing him to duck, but his father had stopped moving while wielding it. That only meant one thing.
Chapter 22 - ...Of Two WerewolvesWednesday, September 28th, 2011
Moon Phase – New
Finishing off the last of the second sub and his soda, Alex headed back outside. Once back on his motorcycle, he thought through all the places he had found this guy. The first was the park, too far away from where he was now. Then, Catherine’s place of work and Nathan’s, both relatively close. One near his neighborhood, and the last two where he was now.
Starting the engine, he made his way over to Gamestop first. Nathan’s car wasn’t there, but the store was lightly packed. Looking through the windows while he pretended to mess around with his phone, he didn’t see anyone with grey clothing or black and bleached hair. Although that made him feel hopeful, he had to check for his scent to be sure.
Heading inside and doing a full walk of the store, as small as it was, Alex felt more like a wolf than a civilian as he kept near the floor, checking for that scent. Even more so than a month befor
Chapter 25 - The Second EncounterMonday, October 3rd, 2011
Moon Phase – First Quarter
Over a few seconds, both Alex and Marcus's gazes went back and forth over all the customers; there were eight in total. Mostly younger kids with a few adults. Many of them browsing but all of them had their heads and hair exposed; none with black. The person Alex had seen wearing red was in fact a woman in a windbreaker.
Relieved, but also a bit embarrassed, he felt Marcus tap his shoulder, asking if he was hungry as well. “A little.” He responded, glad to know his friend hadn’t used the excuse just to intercept him.
“I’ll grab you a burger from Ruckers, then.”
“Thanks, and medium rare is fine with me.”
However, no sooner had Marcus nodded to him than another customer entered the store. Looking over, Alex saw the face first. He didn’t need to see the hair after that. His attacker had ditched his red hoodie, leaving an untucked T-shirt.
Chapter 26 - Opinions...or Facts?Wednesday, October 5th, 2011
Moon Phase – First Quarter
Days until the Full Moon – 7
The place Catherine had picked out for lunch was a slightly upscale Italian restaurant. Having left his stomach a bit empty since that morning, Alex ordered an appetizer for the group to go along with their breadsticks and dipping sauce.
As they sat talking for the first few minutes, indulging in the breadsticks as they did, Alex casually tracked a few scents around him. There was a mellow perfume in the air, coming from a woman who passed by them. One of the last patrons had chewed some intense, to him, cinnamon scented gum from the smell coming from under the table.
With another few sniffs, he started to pick up some scents of old books coming off Catherine’s hands, or her jacket. Each that he could best identify was not unlike the textbooks they all had used in high school.
“Something on your mind?” Alex brought his head up at Nathan’s question. It tu
Chapter 24 - Some Time to PauseSaturday, October 1st, 2011
Moon Phase – Waxing Crescent
Heading back into the bathroom, his limbs and chest shaking in excitement, Alex got a quick shower and some fresh clothing on. The only thing on his mind then was that he’d succeeded at shifting both into and out of his were form. Returning to the kitchen to find his friends and family waiting for him, some of them had very questioning looks on their faces. Despite that, and the soreness of his bones and muscles after the shift, Alex was ecstatic and his grin didn’t leave his face for long.
However, while riding with his friends to pick up his motorcycle, his enthusiasm took a slight hit; all three of them were eerily quiet during the ride. As though they were afraid to say anything. Judging by their scents, they weren’t afraid. Maybe deep in thought, or thinking about something else.
“Give it some time.” was what Alex said to himself after thanking Marcus for the ride. Wavi
Wolf Legend - Part II2. The Office
Andrew slipped on sweatpants and found himself a clean sleeveless t-shirt in the laundry pile. It reminded him again of the pile of chores he needed to catch up on after work.
After brushing his teeth, he went to the stairs and slid the down the rail. It was early, a little after four A.M. He didn't mind getting up early. This was his usual routine: get up, work out, eat breakfast, and go to work.
Andrew needed a good workout every morning to help him get through the day. Werewolves burn a lot of energy, and to keep themselves from getting antsy or jittery, it took a hardy work out each day to control this. A few push-ups and a quick round the park run did the trick.
One would think exercise for a powerful werewolf would be pointless, but in fact, its was essential for their overall health and well-being. A werewolf's metabolism is lightning fast, coupled with a high internal body temperature, he would need to eat a huge amount of carbohydrates every hour to ke
Wolf Legend - Part XXI21. Six Weeks Later (Epilogue)
Rabeka sat outside the office building. A cold wind gust blasted against her, blowing her hair all over. She pulled at her scarf, fiddling with the tassels at the ends.
She sat fidgeting nervously, waiting for Andrew to come out of the board meeting. It had been a long battle up until this point, not just with the mob and almost being killed, but life returning to normal wasn't a happy ending. Andrew was in front of a company board meeting, determining whether or not he would be terminated, or kept as a costumer support manager.
Rabeka had already been in there to plead her case. She had been pardoned, only just barely. If it were up to Phil and a few other executive higher ups, they'd be out for good. Both of them gone the same exact days for different reasons, all the while trying to pretend it had nothing to do with each other. It was a mess both knew they'd need to deal with. Thankfully their made-up excuses paid off in the end, and so far at least on
Love Bite“The sky is turning into your beauty,” I said looking into Amber's eyes smiling with a corny grin across my face.
“You're silly. The sky is quite beautiful when the sun is setting, isn't it?” Amber said looking at me with a tender smile. “I don't think we could have a better night together. Peace and quite, it's nice after all those never-ending days of stress.”
“Let's forget about those days and enjoy this moment, one I wish could last forever. There's no one else I'd rather be with,” I replied squeezing my arm more tightly around her. She rested her head on my chest. We made a small two seating porch chair into a make-shift cuddle couch.
There was no sounds coming from the forest around our house, I couldn't even sense anything. We truly were alone on our overly flowered back porch.
Amber looked up at me, “What if it could stay this way forever? Would you enjoy it?”
“Of course, it took me a century to finally find that
Werewolf TransformationI walked into the night; the moon was full, a beautiful shining light in the sky. I was walking for a few minutes and the land began being more lush, the trees more bountiful, taller, untouched by a lumberjacks' axe. However, I wasn't here to look at the sights, no matter how beautiful they were. I was here for much more complicated, and painful reasons.
I had started into a jog, feeling the cold wind blasting my clothes, and when I felt I had gone deep enough into the forest, I sat down against a tree, waiting and bracing myself for the pain.
I had been sitting there for a few minutes, and then I felt a sharp and excruciating pain in my toes, and yelped. I had promised myself not to dare gaze at my body during this "change", but that promise had been broken almost immediately. I was bold enough to look at my toes, and by then my feet were already beginning to hurt, as I could feel my skin and bones extending, and moving painfully. It was almost unbearable, and the worst part was I cou
Whispers in the WindThe boy shivered. He walked along the path slowly, the crunching of snow the only thing he could hear, aside from the occasional whistling of the winds through the trees. He took off one of his gloves and blew warm breath into the hand, before putting the glove back on with shaking hands. His thick, Kevlar-lined jacket was the only consolation to him from the harsh, cold winds, as the sun was setting in the distance, and it was already more than cold.
He was a soldier, well, a few hours ago, at least. The dog tags draped around his neck and the rifle slung near his abdomen were more than enough proof. But, soldier or no soldier, he was a frightened, freezing child in this forest. And the weapon he had may be able to kill the enemy, kill any beasts, but there were things it could not kill- His fear. That, and the cold. And, most of all- his paranoia. He heard things, out in the forest- bad things. Sometimes he'd mistake the harsh wind for a rocket scream. There would be whispers through
Wolf Legend - Part XIV14. Breaking Ground
Twigs and leaves crunched loudly under Andrews' large paws. Animals all over scamper away to save their lives as the beast of the forest-the ultimate hunter-prowled slowly through the trees. But today, he was not the animal he was intended to be. Today he was a calm and gentle wolf, making the most out of civil conversation; taking a stroll with its favorite human of all.
Andrew and Rabeka had spent an entire day talking about his past and everything there was to know about werewolves. She knew it all, and there was much more to learn. By now both felt completely comfortable around each other, even with Andrew in his werewolf form. It had not distracted or dissolved their conversations one bit, and Rabeka no doubt had grown accustom to seeing a large eight foot werewolf walking at her side.
Despite what could have been a complete awkward and frightening experience, the day turned out to be one of the highlights of Andrew's life, and possibly Rabeka's too. Andrew had
Werewolf In the NightI stood there, waiting. Waiting for it to happen. Wind tossed my hair around and brushed against me as the shine of the moon lit up the night. The trees rustled and smaller animals crawled around for now.
It suddenly hit me. A great pain pulled my body straight onto the ground and I started screaming. I stared at my hand as long, piercing, nails extended out of them. My pain curled them into fists as I quickly looked away.
My chest started to push out my body was changing my structure. I curled up as my ribs seared in flames or at least that's how it felt. My ribs shattered open as my organs re-arranged themselves.
My insides were burning as my stomach grew to fit whatever prey was unlucky enough to dwell upon me.
I got up onto all fours and started panting. Even though the transformation just started, it felt like it's been on for all eternity. Suddenly, my spine snapped my upwards and started twisting. My back moved with it as it morphed into a newer, freer, posi
Wolf Legend - Part IV4. Complications
The next several mornings Rabeka and Andrew continued to spend time together before work. By this time they had become very comfortable with one another. Eventually, it was a planned event to meet for breakfast and walk and talk work. It was something he looked forward to each day. Their topics were very broad, and fast paced, since they had very limited time during the day to talk. Only in the mornings and sometimes during breaks could they sit down and share a conversation. Only so many minutes to use up. But each day, they never ran out of things to talk about. Andrew almost lost his voice the first week, he had never talked so much. Rabeka mostly remained shy and reserved, but she did open up a lot more than he expected. Their were unlimited surprises in this human. There were days however that she almost never talked, almost like something was bothering her. He never dared to ask what the issue was.
Today just like any other day, it was break hour during work. And
BittenEvery Friday this summer I'd taken hikes deep into the Rockies to meditate properly and forget the noisy stress of the world, and this Friday was no different. With work and college, I was pretty busy most of the week, and on my precious day off I'd go to one of my favorite places: the forest.
Having wound through the various trees on the dusty path for an hour or two while lost in thought, I decided to toss down my Camelbak and sit up against the branchless base of a nearby pine and take a quick break. I closed my eyes as a soft breeze played through my hair and made the green branches around me sway softly in the patched shade. I loved it up here-so peaceful!
I must have dozed off and lost track of time, because when my eyes fluttered open again, I noticed that the once straight beams of light that filtered through the trees had become longer and slanted as they do in that magical way when the sun is setting. Jumping up, I dusted myself off already starting to jog as I snatched up my
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SweepAs soon as he stepped into the open field, he slung the minesweeper from his shoulder and pointed its nose to the ground. It was old, worn and heavy, and old and rough, calloused and breaking, and old. The metal between his hands was cold and chilled his fingers. If he was not careful he could step on the very mines he was trying to find. They would have to pick up the pieces of his body and to send the tags home where his wife would cry and hold his son and daughter close with nothing to show them of their father but a piece of metal engraved with "Ajeet Singh".
One sweep, than another.
This war had taught him to never trust open spaces. Open spaces were where the mines were planted, where Prets lay in wait. France was green and damp just like the uniform he wore. It had been days since he was separated from his unit, and now the Allies were breathing on his neck, searching for POW’s, searching for the enemy of which he was one. &
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