Free Blood Witch by Ellie Potts

forget myself. My last clan, spoke Spanish, I have to remember not everyone does.”
    “It’s okay, we understand most of it,” Patrick said. “Once you run into a clan of
     Spanish speaking chupacabras its kind of good to know Spanish to a point.”
    “Interesting. I myself have never met one, but it is rumored that the lycanthrope
     virus comes from them,” he said stopping at the door. “Do they still live in town?
     I would very much like to meet them.”
    “They went into hiding after we executed one of three of their only females. She had
     gotten blood lust and ate a camp full of people,” Collin said.
    He sighed, disappointment clouding his dark features. “I shall then see you all on
     Friday,” he said walking them out the broken door.
    Leslie followed by Patrick and Collin left the room. And were quiet until they got
     to the car. Inside, they all looked at the Tioga. “I know they had something to do
     with shoving me in that basement. Why? I have no freaking clue.”
    “I was actually on a porno set,” Collin said in a very dreamy voice. “I want more
     porno sets.”
    Patrick and Leslie looked at each other. “Boys,” they both said.
     

Chapter Nine
    Friday came on them quickly, like most weekends. Weekdays were usually uneventful,
     but on the weekends, that was when the good stuff went down. But Friday also had the
     excitement of the full moon. And full moon meant every Opposite went neutral. You
     broke neutrality and you got an automatic death sentence, no excuses. Everyone usually
     took off, most to Yosemite National Park and others to some deserted campsite.
    The bears liked Yosemite, which was known for its bears. The wolves were torn between
     there and the hills where the other camp areas were. Even on a neutral night, they
     liked being away from Supervisors. They had to try to act decent and well, that was
     not a wolf thing.
    Supervisors had strings everywhere. Up high, down low, in dirty drug alleys to the
     capital. So on full moons usually Yosemite was closed down to only Opposites. Supervisors
     patrolled just in case a human got to close. And it happened from time to time.
    Full moons used to be scary as a were they tried to live a life as normal as they
     could, but when the moon called a were could never turn away from her. As the years
     went on, they decided to embrace the moon. What better way to celebrate the moon but
     with carnival games and rides. The younger wereanimals would change and bound off
     for little prey while the tougher ones tried to hold out to see who could fight the
     change the longest. It was macho business Leslie wanted nothing to do with.
    She and Collin watched as Patrick tried to get his third ball in the basket. It bounced
     off the rim. “Well, that sucked,” Collin said. “We should go back to the balloon darts.
     You’re a champ at those.”
    A few howls rode the spring winds; some of the wolves in the crowd raised their faces
     and sniffed. Wolves liked to mate on the full moon, tons of exceptions can be made
     when you are no longer human. The air held pine, cotton candy, fried foods and a hint
     of blood. Leslie loved full moon mostly because of the scents, partly for the cheap
     rides and games. She loved not having to worry about being a Supervisor and just existing
     along with the others. Here she wasn’t the freak she had felt like since she was young.
    The three walked along the games, while the carnies shouted for players and more importantly,
     money. Leslie’s hair rose as she felt the call. Her eyes looked at the moon, shining
     brightly above the valley, and then she looked ahead. Nathan walked through the crowd,
     his second and third standing on either side of him like good enforcers. All were
     clans were the same. You had your king or queen and their mate if they had one, their
     enforcers, then the alphas, and then the pets of the group, the lessers. But unlike
     the wolves, wherein Jonathan was all powerful, Nathan