Free Werewolf Love Story by H. T. Night

Sasha. And even though I was pissed, she was damn sexy. She looked good in her little white shorts. It's been awhile since I fired one off, so to say I was horny was an understatement.
    Sasha caught me looking at her with my bad intentions.
    “What?” she said, in a sexy way only a woman as hot as her could pull off.
    “I'm hoping you don't turn! And you’re full of shit.”
    “Why?”
    “Because I'm going to go in there and rip your clothes off and make passionate, animal cage love to you.”
    Sasha stepped up to the cage bars. I stood up and reached in. I grabbed her from her waist and pressed her body up against mine with the cage bars separating us.
    We both tilted our heads just right and were able to kiss through the bars. Her breath smelt amazing. She was oozing with estrogen. I wanted her so bad I nearly came out of my clothes.  I had no idea why I was turned on at this moment but I was.
    I kissed her passionately and cupped her buttocks with my left hand. I pressed her hard against me. I looked her in the eyes. “You know,” I said. “This whole thing is foolish. You and I both know there is no way you’re a —”  
    Suddenly, Sasha’s blue eyes turned bright yellow. She looked like a damn demon. I jumped back onto the couch and let go of her. I hopped onto the floor and scurried away from the cage. There was at least ten feet separating me from the cage.
    Sasha dropped to the ground and began to roll. She looked like she was having a seizure. Hair began protruding out of her body everywhere. It was like watching a motion film where you watch a flower grow in real time at an ultra speed. But this was actually happening. Within seconds, she had enlarged a foot in height, had black hair, and her head went from a gorgeous brunette to a sleek wolf.
    She stared at the window where she could see the full moon and howled.
    “Shhh,” I yelled. I couldn't believe what I was doing. I was shushing a damn wolf.
    She must not have known I was in the room. Because her head turned to me and she growled and barked at me as if I was a hundred miles away. She begun scratching the carpet and ramming her body into the cage. Thank God the cage was holding up. But damn, she was louder than hell. The neighbors aren’t too far away. How the hell was I going to calm her down?
    I thought about grabbing some meat from the fridge but I didn't know if it would help. Plus, all I had were twenty dollar steaks.
    She looked in the direction of my room and went absolutely berserk. She didn't like something in my bedroom. She must smell Patrick. What was I going to do? I couldn’t calm her down. She wasn't having any part of me. As matter of fact, my presence in the room seemed to be making matters worse. It wasn't like she and I had developed any kind of rapport with me so she could even consider listening to me.
    I looked in the cage at this beautiful, black wolf. She was a sight to behold. Absolutely spectacular in her perfect wolf form.  I had to admit, she was scary looking, but I wasn't intimidated. She still had a level of femininity that made her seem more delicate than I imagined.
    I put my hand to my chin and scratched and when I did I scratched a hand full of beard. Crap. I ran to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror, fully expecting to have a Michael J. Fox Teenwolf moment, but to my surprise it just looked like I hadn't shaved in a couple of weeks. There were scattered patches of hair that looked more like a teenager’s sad attempt to grow his first beard than the makings of a werewolf. I looked at my eyes and there was a hint of yellow. Something was wrong. I was caught in between what I used to be and what obviously Sasha had become.
    I didn't know what to think. Part of me felt like I had just died and gone to hell, but another more competitive part of me wondered what kind of bad ass I could become.
    “Hey, anyone here!” A voice yelled from my bedroom. It was Patrick and he must wonder where he is and