Nadine swiped at her phone and groaned. Who knew finding a lycanthrope could be so hard?
At first, she had lurked the streets and alleys looking for any human that acted suspiciously like a lycanthrope and had found nothing.
Then she had resorted to the searching the internet. All she had found were lycanthrope cosplayers, role players and enthusiasts. Yuck!
Even the dark Web had yielded no such luck. An ad popped up on her phone and she was about to remove it when she saw that it was for a dating app. Immediately, an idea hit her.
Nadine downloaded a popular dating app and created a profile. Uploading a very sexy picture of herself, she updated her bio saying that she loved lycanthropes. Then, she waited for someone to text her.
Nadine figured that lycanthropes also used dating apps. One would hit her up, then she'd bring him back and force him to talk.
Two hours later, her phone dinged. Nadine checked it and saw that she had received a text. She clicked on the man's profile.
The picture showed a really hairy man with a prominent unibrow. His profile name was 'Lycan Throb'. Obviously, that was a play on lycanthrope. For some reason, Nadine thought that the man was a real lycanthrope.
Immediately, she replied his texts eagerly and they decided to meet at a nearby dive bar.
Nadine set her phone down and smirked, this lycanthrope hunting thing was pretty easy.
* * *
Nadine looked vamp in a barely there red leather dress with a plunging neckline and three-inch stiletto high heels. She applied extra makeup and giving herself a smile in the mirror, stepped out, adrenaline gushing through her body at the prospect of hunting.
When she got to the dive bar, Nadine received catcalls and looks of appreciation from most of the men, and some of the women.
She made her way through the dance floor and went to the bar where some man was sitting, drinking a bottle of beer.
“Hi, are you Lycan?” Nadine asked with what she hoped was a sexy voice.
The man turned and grinned at her and Nadine 's first thought was that he was more hairy in real life.
“Yes, I'm Lycan. You must be Nadine.” He said, “You look more beautiful in real life.”
Nadine smiled. Lycan called the barman and asked for another bottle of beer for Nadine.
How domineering, Nadine thought. He hadn't even asked her what she wanted.
A cold bottle of beer was placed in front of Nadine. Nadine took a sip and thanked Lycan who was busy leering at her breasts.
“So, Lycan. Tell me about yourself.” Nadine cooed.
“Oh, I'm a stuntsman.” He said.
“Any movie I've watched?” Nadine asked.
“No. I don't think so.” Again, Lycan was talking to her breasts.
“So what else do you do?” Nadine asked.
“Oh, some nocturnal activities.” Lycan waggled his eyebrows at her.
“Like what?” Nadine felt she was getting warm.
“Shapeshifting, of course. I'm a werewolf.” Lycan growled. Nadine wondered if that was meant to be sexy because if it was, he was failing woefully.
“Let's dance.” Lycan said, holding his hand out to her. Nadine gave him a smile and put her hand in his, noting how callused his palms were.
While they were dancing, Lycan took to pawing her, making sure that his hand always brushed against her breasts and ass.
Nadine gritted her teeth and decided that the charade had gone on for too long.
“Do you want to come over to my place?” Nadine whispered into his ear.
Lycan gave a toothy grin that revealed his conspicuous canines, “By all means.”
* * *
When Nadine and Lycan got to her apartment, without any preamble, he descended on her, fusing his lips with hers.
Nadine cringed at his sloppy kiss and tried to withdraw but he was having none of that and intimately pressed her to his erection.
“Lycaaaaaaan.” Nadine said provocatively as she managed to extricate herself from his embrace.
“What is it?” Lycan asked impatiently.
“Not here. Let's go to my bedroom.” Nadine said, drawing him along.
When they got to her bedroom, Nadine helped him remove his shirt. She inwardly cringed at the huge mass of hair spanning his chest and his abdomen.
Smiling, Nadine pushed Lycan to the bed before following him down. From the drawer at her bedside, Nadine brought out two pairs of handcuffs.
“Oooooh, this just keeps getting better and better.” Lycan laughed as Nadine handcuffed him to the bedposts.
“I like putting on my uniform first.” Nadine said as she left him.
“You can put it on here. I like to watch.” Lycan said. Of course he did, the perv.
“It's a surprise.” Nadine said as she disappeared into her bathroom.
* * *
“Fuck! You look good!” Lycan growled when Nadine came out. Inwardly, he thought her dressing in armor like some sort of medieval warrior and wielding an honest to goodness sword was lame but he had come here for a piece of ass and he was not going to mess that up.
“I'm glad you like it.” Nadine said as she straddled him, making sure he couldn't move his legs.
She put the sword to his adam's apple.
“What's going on?” Lycan asked, sensing that all was not well.
“I need you to answer my questions.” Nadine said coldly, pressing the sword against his skin, “Or this will be your last hour on earth.”
Lycan began to fret and struggle but Nadine put an end to that by nicking his throat.
“Arrrgh! What do you want?” he shouted with pain.
Nadine brought out her phone and pulled up a picture of Dave. “Have you seen this man?”
“No, no, never.” Lycan said, shaking his head.
“So your pack didn't kidnap him?” Nadine asked.
Lycan looked confused, “Hell, lady what are you talking about?”
“Don't play smart with me!” cautioned Nadine, “I know you're a lycanthrope.”
At that, Lycan burst out laughing, “You're deluded lady! Lycanthropes aren't real! This is just a shtick I use to get laid regularly. Ladies love the whole werewolf persona. Honestly, being this hairy itches, sometimes.” Lycan said.
Nadine blushed. Here she was thinking that she was making real progress, not knowing that she had been fooled by a wanna be.
She unlocked his cuffs and got off of him, “Get out.” She said.
“But we haven't—”
“I said leave!” Nadine brandished her sword.
Lycan ran out, leaving his shirt behind. Nadine sighed as she removed her armor. What a wasted night. So much for lycanthrope hunting.
Nadine let herself into Madam Yvonne's shop, “You called me.” She said as she sat down on one of the wicker chairs.“Yes.” Madam Yvonne said pouring some tea into two cups. She brought them over to where Nadine was, and offered a cup to her.“No, thanks.” Said Nadine, as she remembered what happened the last time she drank Madam Yvonne's tea.“You sure? It's really good.” Madam Yvonne asked as she sipped hers and let out a moan of relish.Nadine shook her head. She twiddled her thumbs and looked at Madam Yvonne, “You called me.” She reiterated.“I need a situation report. Have you started hunting? Where's the lycanthrope blood that I asked you to get?” Madam Yvonne asked.“Umm, I haven't found any lycanthrope.” Nadine said uneasily. She wasn't about to tell Madam Yvonne about the idiot Lycan Throb.“Oh well! Let's not rush you. I'm pretty sure you'll get one.” Madam Yvonne consoled.“Another reason I called you here is to give you your enhancers.” Madam Yvonne stood up and went to a sh
Dustin awoke to someone shaking him. He wondered what the woman wanted. He hoped it wasn't another round. She had been more energetic than all his other bed mates; both human and lycanthrope.“What do you want?” Dustin asked drowsily.All vestiges of sleep deserted him when he saw the pistol she pointed at him.Nadine pulled out her phone and showed him a picture of Dave, “Have you seen this man around?”Dustin looked at the picture, then at Nadine. Before she could blink, Dustin had flung her off him.Nadine groaned as she hit the wall with a thud and fell to the ground, losing her gun and her phone in the process.Nadine got up and discovered that she was not aching anywhere. That was the enhancer at work although she could feel the effects wearing off.“What the fuck do you think you're doing? Pointing a gun at me?” Dustin growled.“Questioning you.” Nadine said as she attacked him head on, only to have him duck fastly. Nadine could
Madam Yvonne hummed happily as she put some spices into the concoction she was brewing. Truly, she had underestimated that Nadine. She had been shocked when Nadine had come in a few hours ago and dropped off the vial containing some lycanthrope's blood. Madam Yvonne had tasted it and found out that Nadine wasn't shitting her.For the first time in a long time, she had hope that she would get revenge on the lycanthrope who had scarred her face.Madam Yvonne stirred her brew which contained the lycanthrope's blood and waited for it to boil.A visitor entered and immediately, Madam Yvonne positioned herself in front of the brew, effectively hiding it from the person's view.The visitor turned out to be Nick.“Ah, Nick. To what do I owe the pleasure? Are you here in your capacity as a detective or an Alpha?” Madam Yvonne said jovially.Ignoring her, Nick sniffed deeply, “I smell blood.” He said suspiciously.Blasted lycanthrope, thought Madam Yvonne. Their sense of smell was so strong that
Nadine stared at the medal around her neck as Madam Yvonne locked it from behind.“How exactly does it work?” Nadine asked, fingering the pendant.“Once a lycanthrope is near, the medal will feel hot. It's that simple.” Madam Yvonne said, pleased with herself.“How did you do it?” Nadine asked. She was sounding like one of her eager students.“There are some inscriptions made on it. The ink I used for the inscriptions have lycanthrope blood in it. Lycanthropes can tell each other in human form. This will give you the power to do so.” Madam Yvonne explained patiently.“Wow! That makes my job easier.” Nadine said happily.* * *Two days later, Nadine sighed in frustration. The medal didn't make her work any easier. It wasn't like a tracker or anything, so after walking around the streets, the medal had not alerted her to the presence of a lycanthrope.Nadine was also frustrated by her naivete. She hadn't asked Dustin to show her a picture of Marlowe or to tell her his address before sh
Nadine got to the bar and even from the parking lot, she could hear the music. 'The Devil's den' was proclaimed in front of the building with neon lights.Nadine went in and the first sight that hit her was the women dancing provocatively on the tables, wearing only bikinis.Nadine ordered a coke and the barman gave it to her. She sat at the counter and sipped her lukewarm coke as she surveyed for anyone who exuded lycanthrope vibes.“Yo. Is Marlowe around here somewhere?” Nadine asked the barman casually.The barman shook his head and went back to mixing drinks.* * *Nick stepped into the bar and flexed his muscles in readiness. He was going to get this huntress and have a word with her. He pictured her as being big-boned. Obviously, only a large woman would be able to defeat a lycanthrope.At one table, Nick saw a huge woman sitting alone and texting on her phone.He sat down next to her, “Hey. Are you the huntress?” Nick asked with the tone he used when interrogating criminals.
For some reason, the next day after her confrontation with Nick, Nadine did not feel so gung-ho about hunting. In fact, Nadine didn't feel so gung-ho about anything. She looked at her apartment and cringed. Clothes and books were strewn about, take-out boxes littered everywhere and the place was so dusty.Nadine steeled herself and began to clean her apartment. While doing that, she was free to remember what had happened with Nick in that bar. Hell, her hand spotted a bruise which still hurt.Nadine couldn't believe that Nick had accused her of killing the three other lycanthropes. How could he?Nadine noticed with surprise the tears that rolled down her cheeks and she angrily dashed them away.Why did she even let Nick affect her that way? Why did she care what he thought of her? Why did she feel hurt after discovering his deceit and lies?Nadine took a deep breath and steeled her shoulders. She wouldn't take him up on his stupid offer. She
Nick didn't like looking a gift horse in the mouth, but he needed to know why Nadine had changed her mind. That day she'd called him, she had rudely stated that she was on board with his offer and had hung up on him.So here they were, at some drive through, pretending to watch a movie while they discussed their plans covertly.This was so nobody from the pack would see Nadine and Nick and suspect that she was the huntress. His pack might decide to get mob justice by lynching her, and that didn't bode well with Nick's plans. He needed her to help him, before—. Before what? He thought.Nick knew he couldn't arrest Nadine. He sighed and said to her, “Once we're through, you'll stop hunting lycanthropes and hand over your weapons to me.”Nadine couldn't believe her ears, “Ok. I'll stop hunting lycanthropes once I get Dave back. But you're deluded if you think that I will hand over my weapons to you. Those cost a bloody fortune!”
Nick was surprised that Nadine had invited him to her apartment. Sure, he had scratches and bites all over him that she wanted to dress, but he was still shocked. After all she had accused him of doing, Nick didn't believe that Nadine would still care enough to look at his wounds.He stood and waited for Nadine who went to change out of her armor.“Sit!” Nadine gave the curt order when she reappeared and Nick obeyed.Nadine entered her bathroom and came out with a tin first aid box.“You don't have to do this you know, my kind heal fast.” Nick assured Nadine.Nadine gave him a scowl that screamed 'Shut up!' and went to work, cleaning the nasty cuts.When she dabbed the antiseptic saturated cotton on one of the numerous bite marks on his neck, the pain caused Nick to inhale sharply and in doing so, he caught Nadine's scent.It was a floral scent, but she also smelled of battle.Uh-oh.Nick instantly hardened in his jeans and cursed inwardly. He had been forced to wear Marlowe's jeans af