Seth - part 10
When my eyes opened, the nightmares only continued. I hadn't been out for long; it was still light out and the rain continued falling in torrents onto my prone, sprawled out body, but I just didn't care. Lying in the mud out in the open like I was, somebody could have stumbled across me at any moment, but I had no desire to move. The only indication of life I gave to the outside world was the jagged rising and falling motion of my body as air entered and left my lungs.
In my grimy right paw I gripped Em's small silver wolf figurine attached to the chain around my neck so hard that my palm had bled and since scabbed over. My left paw clenched only mud; deep furrows could be seen in the ground directly in front where my raking claws had taken out some of my frustration. I hadn't blinked my yellow eyes for the longest time, but I could still see t
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 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 9
Lying on the couch in Em's living room (which was also my temporary bed), I awoke with a start as something began vibrating and playing strange music in my pocket. I closed my eyes again and exhaled once I remembered it was just the phone my wireless carrier had mailed to replace the one that was lost in the fire; I hadn't spent any time customizing the settings yet. Funny what a little time without having a phone had done to me; all things considered, I think I liked not having one and didn't really miss it while it was gone.
I didn't recognize the number, so I decided not to answer. Since my job consisted of listening to people complain in my headset for hours on end, phone conversations weren't my favorite thing. Besides, if they really wanted to reach me they would call back or leave a voicemail message.
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 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 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.