Free Werewolf Love Story by H. T. Night Page A

why a werewolf would be hooting and hollering in the living room.
    I went into my bedroom and Patrick had sat up. He was taking several deep breaths and caressing his throat.
    “How does it feel?” I asked, referring to his cracked larynx.
    “It hurts to swallow and inhaling is a bitch. So about every 2.2 seconds I'm in excruciating pain.”
    “Look, you attacked me. I was fine to just leave.”
    “I know. It wasn’t my idea, it was Nero’s.” Patrick paused. “You know, the guy you killed.” Damn that didn't sound right. This wasn't a video game where I eliminated an opponent in Halo. I fucking killed a man or Mani or whatever the fuck he is... was.
    “I'm still wrapping my head around all of this.” I said.
    “That's what I've been trying to do for a week.” Patrick added.
    “You said you were new to all of this.”
    Patrick leaned back against my bed post and rested. “Yeah, this was the last thing I wanted.”
    “You and I both.”
    Patrick stared at my face with a puzzled look. “I don't remember you having a beard before.”
    “I'm having my own issues,” I said.
    Patrick didn't seem like he was up for an inquiry. He closed his eyes and took a big swallow. I had just noticed Sasha quit barking and snarling. “Hold on,” I said, and I dashed to the living room. Sasha was sound asleep. I sighed. At least she'll be quiet for the time being.
    I went back in the room and it appeared that Patrick had gone to sleep also.
    I left and went into my kitchen. I sat at my oak table and looked across my living room where I had a werewolf sound asleep. I was exhausted. I had barely slept, and I only had one bed.  Even though I barely knew Patrick, he was going to have a bunk partner tonight.
    I went into my room. I put a large pillow between him and I. There will be no vampire spooning in my bed.  I layed down and turned my head and faced my cardboard windows and within seconds I was out like a light.

Chapter Ten

    I was awakened a few hours later by my new alarm clock, known as a pissed off werewolf Sasha. She was yelping up a storm and I looked over at Patrick and he was no longer laying next to me. I instinctively felt my neck, I don't know why I thought he might have sucked my neck while I was asleep, but what the hell did I know. I was sleeping next to a freaking vampire.
    I walked out of my room cautiously and made my way out to the living room. Sasha saw me and began acting like a junkyard dog on crack.
    Right next to the cage was a black raven, just chilling and staring at the crazed, overgrown dog. When did my apartment become an episode of Wild Kingdom?
    “Patrick?” I called out to the bird.
    The bird flew and landed in the hallway where I was standing. Then right out of a Tolkien novel the black raven transitioned and became Patrick. He collapsed to the ground and I grabbed his arm.
    “I'm still not great with the whole transition thing, Kyro,” he said, as if I could ignore the fact he just went from bird to man.
    I just stared at Patrick and mumbled, “How did I get mixed up in this?” I grabbed Patrick’s arm and we went outside my apartment to the porch.  I closed the door behind me.  “Maybe that will shut her up.”
    Patrick walked over and sat on a bench that is adjacent to my apartment. “You need to start getting used to your world being completely turned upside down. Everything you ever knew is wrong and everything that is actually true you couldn’t come up with even in the darkest parts of your imagination.”
    I stared blankly at my new friend and walked over to where he was sitting and sat next to him. “Why were you the bird just now?”
    “It seemed to make your female werewolf friend less upset.”
    “How do you know she is female?”
    “I checked.”
    “You weren't ‘perv’ing in there, were you?” I said, disgusted.
    “I'm not into animal love,” Patrick assured me. “If she is hot in her Carni form then I might make an exception.”
    “You're funny,” I