My Blood Approves
blood
on his hand.
    “ We should go the
hospital,” I said.
    “ Why?” Jack looked up at
me, his eyes terrified. “Did he get you? I thought I blocked
him-”
    “ No, I’m fine,” I cut him
off, and he relaxed again. “I was talking about you. The dog bit
you.”
    “ No, that’s fine.” He waved
his arm absently and moved closer to the car, like he would escape
into the car and away from my prying eyes. “It’s not a big
deal.”
    “ Yeah, it is,” I continued
towards him. “You shirts all torn up and I can see the blood. Plus,
like you said, the dog’s probably rabid. You’re going to need a
rabies shot.”
    “ I’ll go tomorrow. It’s not
that bad.” Jack had stepped so far back that he pressed up against
the door. I reached for his arm, and he pulled it back from me, but
I wouldn’t have any of it.
    “ Jack!” I said firmly, and
he let out an exasperated sigh.
    “ It’s really not that bad,”
he repeated, but he let me take his arm.
    The hoodie was soaked with blood that
covered his hand, so I doubted his claims. Very carefully, I pulled
up the sleeve of his shirt and gasped.
    There were three little teeth holes in arms.
That was all. They were slightly red and raised, but they were
smaller than a pencil. On top of that, they weren’t even
bleeding.
    Blood covered his arm, but the trails seemed
to connect just outside of where the teeth marks were. He probably
didn’t even need a Band-Aid.
    “ Oh my god,” I whispered,
gaping at his lack of injury.
    “ I told you it wasn’t bad.”
Jack yanked his arm back from me and pulled down his
sleeve.
    “ How?” I stared up at him.
“There’s all that blood…”
    “ I bleed easy. I’m a
hemophiliac,” Jack replied, and for some reason, that answer made
him smirk.
    “ No, it’s not possible,” I
shook my head. “I heard the dog crunching into your bone. There’s
no way that wounds that shallow would hit bone.”
    “ It all happened so fast.
You can’t be sure of what you heard,” he attempted to explain it
all away.
    “ I know what I heard!” I
said it with more conviction than I actually had. “You should have
massive bite marks and maybe even a broken arm. And how did you
even get that dog down?”
    “ You saw me do that.” He
looked at me skeptically, but there was something brewing in his
eyes that I couldn’t read.
    “ That dog was huge and
crazy!” I remembered the way that Jack had stopped it with one hand
before he threw it the ground. It easily weighed over a hundred
pounds, and it had clamped onto his arm. “It’s not even humanly
possible for you to be able to stop a dog like that, not without a
massive fight, and you have one barely-there bite mark! If he could
be taken down that easily, then…”
    “ What exactly are you
saying?” Jack narrowed his eyes at me, but there was a brightness
to them. He was hoping I would figure it out.
    “ You were bit, but there’s
hardly a wound, and-and you have like super human strength and…
everything in the whole world wants to have sex with you and… you
don’t have a temperature!” I spouted.
    Biting my lip, I didn’t look at him. I tried
to figure it all out, but none of it made sense. I could feel him
looking at me, but I just couldn’t put the puzzle together.
    “ So?” Jack asked
encouragingly.
    “ So…” I threw my arms up in
the air, feeling completely exasperated. “I don’t know! You’re a
werewolf!” Jack scoffed and looked disappointed.
    “ There’s no such thing as
werewolves,” he rolled his eyes and opened the car door.
    “ Well, what else is there?”
I whined, but he shut the door instead of answering me. I ran
around to the other side of the car and jumped in. “What’s going
on, Jack?”
    “ I bleed a lot, you’re
confused cause you got caught up in the emotion, my adrenaline gave
me the power to take down the dog, and I am just stunningly
attractive,” he explained, but his tone was teasing, especially on
the part about him

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