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Seth - part 4
"Dude, Seth! Wait up!"
I smiled to myself-a slight upward turn of the corner of my mouth-and greeted my former state championship basketball teammate by name without turning. It had become second nature to pick people I knew out of a crowd; my super sensitive nose was always at work. The lazy May breeze that ruffled my dirty-blonde hair had carried his now familiar scent (mingled with Axe Essence body spray) in my direction. Sometimes it was tricky trying to distinguish people's scents through all the similar perfumes, deodorants, and shampoos they all used, but I'd learned to sort through all that. Personally, I didn't want to smell like something else (my own scent was just fine), and even though there weren't any other werewolves around to notice the difference I still used that unscented carbon soap and shampoo for hunters.
Seth - part 8
Later that morning I found myself strapped in the white Suburban with 4 other werewolves heading southbound on I-15. Along with Em's two brothers, I had my head half way out the window to let the wind pull through my tangled blonde hair. I'm sure the girls would have joined in if they could, but Em was sitting beside me in the middle seat and Mrs. Sorensen was driving.
"Where did you say we were going again?" complained Ryan from the front seat, pulling his head halfway back in the window. "I only have so much time left before my next semester starts, and I was hoping to hang out with some friends tonight."
I was reminded of my own college semester that began in a month and a half. I sure hoped that wh
Seth - part 7
Bright sunlight shone through the window and onto my closed eyes. I awoke, blinked a few times, then sat up. It's amazing what a little good rest can do for a person; no matter how bad something is, a couple hours of sleep has a way of making it all feel so distant. In fact, I didn't feel half bad despite yesterday; the only real difference from any other morning was an intense hunger similar to when I first regained consciousness yesterday after being shot, and my missing hand which, to my amazement, had already started to regrow. Even my missing teeth had all come back in.
I simply sat there for a few minutes just enjoying the feeling of air moving solidly in and out of my lungs, blood flowing through my veins, and the warm sun filtering through the trees by the window onto my fur I heard birds singing out in the trees, and mom bustling around
Seth - part 12
"Jack," came a distracted greeting from within.
"Harper," responded Jack just as briefly.
From where I was crouched I saw Jack pivot his foot on its heel, toe rotating a couple times towards the open door to motion me inside. Bent as low as I could go without crawling, I edged around him and into the room: a heavy oak desk safely concealing me from Harper's sight. Jack entered the room as the thick door latched shut with a dull clank behind him, then moved casually to take a seat in one of the leather upholstered chairs in the far corner of the room which appeared to be done up as a posh office.
"All that blood and dirt on your clothing; you look terrible," muttered Harper.
Seth - part 5
My eyes fluttered open and were met with the dark silhouettes of pines. I didn't immediately remember where I was or how I'd gotten there. Propping myself up to a sitting position with my front paws I yawned deeply revealing my fangs and stretched my fur-covered arms high over my head. Man, I hadn't slept this heavily in a long time! I'd had such a nice dream; it was so real too. If only I could remember what it was? Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I looked to the sky trying to judge the time based on the position of the stars. For once I regretted not bringing a cell phone or at least a watch (as impractical as that would be). I tried to think about what I'd done over the last several hours. There was moshing at the Metallica concert, driving back and coming up here to hunt, but what after that ?
It all rushed back to me in an
Seth - part 6
"Can I help you?" the attendant asked, smiling as I set the plastic bag on the counter. Judging by his age and the nametag he wore, this must be the owner. Great.
"I just need to return my tux," I said casually.
He glanced from me to the floor and back up to meet my eyes. A look of annoyed confusion rose to his face for a split second, only to be quickly replaced by the same polite mask as before. Although he hid it well, I could sense he was running on little sleep and could smell waves of stress rolling off him like a dense fog. I cringed inwardly at what I was about to do.
"Ok. Would you like me to have someone come out to your vehicle and grab that for you?" he responded in the same smiling, p
Seth - part 2
"It all started one summer after my brother was a senior in high school and suddenly disappeared for a week. Everyone was out looking for him, but eventually he just came back on his own wearing only torn rags. All he'd say about his experiences is that he'd gotten lost hiking but was able to find food along the way, and that he was happy to have survived and make it back. We were all so relieved he was home that we went with his story and didn't question him too much more than that; when anyone tried to ask him about it he'd always avert his gaze with a distant look in his eyes and change the subject.
"He wasn't the same after that; it seemed he was suddenly more aware of everything and more grown up. At the same time, his behavior also got very strange, like he could hear things nobody else could and would always comment
Seth - part 11 I bit down on Acevedo's neck and felt my teeth slide easily through skin and muscle. This was my first time trying to turn someone, but I let my instincts guide me; the neck was the best place. He continued to scream and struggle, even kicked at my gut a few times, but humans are really pretty weak and I barely felt the blows. Even for someone who wanted to be a werewolf, the pain of the process could be enough to make a person have second thoughts if they weren't absolutely dedicated, and I'm sure his open wounds I'd just given him weren't helping either. The way he was thrashing around, it was if he didn't know whether I'd decided to let him live or just kill him outright. I guess right then my resolve faltered and I didn't really know either. It would be so easy to just close my jaws a little further and tear out his throat; I could feel it now against the front of my fangs after
Seth - part 3
My parents reacted pretty well for having their only son become a werewolf. Mom took a while to get over it and was always checking on me in my room at night; I don't know whether it was to make sure I was still there, or still human, which sometimes I wasn't. I was even stronger and faster than before , and everyone noticed. I didn't know what to tell them; when people brought it up Mom would always say that "He's just going through a growth spurt," and then start talking about something different. Every once in a while, when no one but my parents were around, I would get restless and change into a wolf to play chase with my dog. I couldn't tell whether Mom was entertained or chagrined as we crashed around the house, but either way she let me stay furry as long as I wanted on the condition that I didn't break anything and was human at the dinner table.
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