burst from the broken marker, bounding toward her on all fours. She expected him to charge at her from the ground and reacted as such, swiping at him with her right claw, but she had miscalculated. He launched into the air, flying overhead and digging into her shoulders with his rear claws, brought her back over the wall with him. He landed in a forward rolling position, propelling her upside-down through the air until she came to rest against a tree, nearly knocking it down. Stunned, LillyAnna struggled to get up, only managing to roll a few feet away.
LillyAnna watched in amazement as her opponent suddenly raised the stakes and sprang forward at her, bearing his arsenal of teeth with a don’t mess with me roar. She quickly lay on the ground in a submissive position, yet still growling, trying to goad him into finishing the task. It was as if she were telling him to go ahead and do it, kill her, like she had with Scott.
Landon bent his snout down to hers, growling. His burning red eyes locked onto hers. LillyAnna trembled. This wasn’t the act of a male werewolf claiming dominance over a female; it was the winner claiming victory over the defeated. He could see that she wanted him to finish her off, and it was clear that he had no intention in doing so. They had reached a stalemate.
LillyAnna was first to switch back to human form, rising from her prostrated position. Landon followed suit a moment later, and both stood naked in the night shade of the wooded park. The low light of the moon reflected off their bodies as they stood quivering. The cold had nothing to do with the shivering; it was the adrenaline that remained from the fight.
She was a beautiful creature in every aspect. Her short, slim, tan 5’5” frame was beguiling, and her brown eyes sang to him like the sirens in Homer’s Odyssey . Her slightly open mouth and full lips called to him in strange and unusual ways, beckoning him to come closer. He swayed forward in her direction ever so slightly, then pulled himself back to an erect position. He felt intoxicated by the mix of her vanilla perfume, which he could tell she always wore, and her natural pheromones. He could see the hairs on her arms standing on end, sensing the electrical charge each body was producing, the skin of each werewolf conduit sending and receiving various messages that only their subconscious could interpret.
Finally, Landon awoke from his daze. “We need to talk. Come with me. Quickly.”
She nodded and followed.
6
Even in human form, they were capable of speeds above the fastest recorded human, which was how he was always able to avoid being caught in the nude. They darted out of the park and into his still-open apartment door, Landon closing it behind him. He gave her a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt as he came out of his bedroom wearing the same thing.
“So, you’re a werewolf,” he said.
“Yes. I’m a monster. Just like you,” she responded.
“What was that all about tonight?”
“I thought I just told you,” she quipped.
“Yeah, you said you’re a monster. Is that how you see yourself?”
“Don’t you?”
He paused.
“I used to. I guess sometimes I still do. It depends on what kind of day I’m having.”
“What kind of day are you having today?”
“A long, strange one. I’d rather talk about you, though. How long have you been a werewolf?”
“About three months. I don’t remember the attack itself. I was living with my family in Cincinnati and drove outside the city one night, when a large animal ran across the road, sending me into a ditch. I got out to check the damage when I heard something in the trees. The next thing I remember was waking up in the hospital. They said that I had deep lacerations to my shoulder and lost a lot of blood, but when they removed the bandages to clean the wound, there wasn’t a mark on me.”
“So you met Scott in Cincy.”
“No,” she said. “It took about a month to realize what had happened.
LillyAnna watched in amazement as her opponent suddenly raised the stakes and sprang forward at her, bearing his arsenal of teeth with a don’t mess with me roar. She quickly lay on the ground in a submissive position, yet still growling, trying to goad him into finishing the task. It was as if she were telling him to go ahead and do it, kill her, like she had with Scott.
Landon bent his snout down to hers, growling. His burning red eyes locked onto hers. LillyAnna trembled. This wasn’t the act of a male werewolf claiming dominance over a female; it was the winner claiming victory over the defeated. He could see that she wanted him to finish her off, and it was clear that he had no intention in doing so. They had reached a stalemate.
LillyAnna was first to switch back to human form, rising from her prostrated position. Landon followed suit a moment later, and both stood naked in the night shade of the wooded park. The low light of the moon reflected off their bodies as they stood quivering. The cold had nothing to do with the shivering; it was the adrenaline that remained from the fight.
She was a beautiful creature in every aspect. Her short, slim, tan 5’5” frame was beguiling, and her brown eyes sang to him like the sirens in Homer’s Odyssey . Her slightly open mouth and full lips called to him in strange and unusual ways, beckoning him to come closer. He swayed forward in her direction ever so slightly, then pulled himself back to an erect position. He felt intoxicated by the mix of her vanilla perfume, which he could tell she always wore, and her natural pheromones. He could see the hairs on her arms standing on end, sensing the electrical charge each body was producing, the skin of each werewolf conduit sending and receiving various messages that only their subconscious could interpret.
Finally, Landon awoke from his daze. “We need to talk. Come with me. Quickly.”
She nodded and followed.
6
Even in human form, they were capable of speeds above the fastest recorded human, which was how he was always able to avoid being caught in the nude. They darted out of the park and into his still-open apartment door, Landon closing it behind him. He gave her a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt as he came out of his bedroom wearing the same thing.
“So, you’re a werewolf,” he said.
“Yes. I’m a monster. Just like you,” she responded.
“What was that all about tonight?”
“I thought I just told you,” she quipped.
“Yeah, you said you’re a monster. Is that how you see yourself?”
“Don’t you?”
He paused.
“I used to. I guess sometimes I still do. It depends on what kind of day I’m having.”
“What kind of day are you having today?”
“A long, strange one. I’d rather talk about you, though. How long have you been a werewolf?”
“About three months. I don’t remember the attack itself. I was living with my family in Cincinnati and drove outside the city one night, when a large animal ran across the road, sending me into a ditch. I got out to check the damage when I heard something in the trees. The next thing I remember was waking up in the hospital. They said that I had deep lacerations to my shoulder and lost a lot of blood, but when they removed the bandages to clean the wound, there wasn’t a mark on me.”
“So you met Scott in Cincy.”
“No,” she said. “It took about a month to realize what had happened.
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