I returned to my book. More than ever, I was determined to get a handle on this werewolf situation. Max may have been a shit about having sex and then dumping me, but his idea of finding a cure for werewolfism was a good one that I intended to work on. Why not? The zombie problem was no more and my contest with Peter was vapor. Focusing on finding a cure for werewolfism was just the thing to focus my bruised and confused mind on.
Angela stepped onto the porch just as I’d finished the in-depth description of the book’s werewolf; its looks, its habits, its laws.
“I’m leaving tomorrow for about a week,” she said as she sat in the rocker next to me.
“Evan told me,” I said. “Please be careful.”
“Evan was here?” she said with a scowl.
“For a minute, yes,” I replied.
“He told you?”
“Yes, he did,” I said, t
We spent the next hour talking men, good sex, and laughing together. Then, the topic switched to something more serious.“I discussed the werewolf situation with the sheriff. He’s been asking some of the elders in the area about them. Like him, I was just a girl when they were here before,” Megan said. “I don’t remember much about them.”“You were raised around magic, weren’t you?” I asked.She nodded. “We’re a magical family.”“It’s so difficult for me to wrap my brain around things sometimes. I think it would have been easier before I went to medical school. They’re so anti anything that isn’t science.”“It must make your brain wrestle at times.”I chuckled. “I just had a visual of that.”“That must’ve been a doozy.” She stood up and stre
After a moment of silent contemplation on both our parts, we turned to face the creature that lay stretched out on the gurney.“Should we call Max?” Megan asked.“Is he going to dissect that thing?” I asked with a hint of hostility.“If you want to be able to work with him, it might be a good idea to tone down the hostility and offer an olive branch.”“I don’t know why I need to be the one who offers one.”“You wouldn’t,” she muttered as she stepped up to the creature and cautiously inspected its face. “I can see a hint of human amidst this animal’s snout.”“Really?” I said as I rushed forward to stand next to her. “Damn, it’s creepy looking.” My involuntary shudder emphasized my feelings. “I’m a little sorry that Evan left.”“Are you really that dependent on Evan?” she asked
Since the creature was an enormous bulk of dead weight, Max had Megan and me fetch the gurney while he held vigil over its fallen body. We took the elevator to the morgue; not because it was faster, but because neither of us trusted our legs to be steady enough to carry us safely down the stairs.Megan was just as shaken as I was by the ordeal. She leaned against the wall of the elevator as we descended to the morgue while she focused on controlling her breathing.It surprised me to see her so shaken by the creature after the confident and courageous way that she’d battled the zombies, but I said nothing. Who was I to comment or judge her reaction after the way that I’d just broken down into tears like a frightened little girl?She must have known my thoughts because she mentioned the fact that she’d fallen apart on her own. She guessed that it stemmed from her childhood years when she’d witnessed the effects
We talked for a few hours, had a light breakfast, and, then, I sent Max home to shower and cool off after the heated remarks and jabs that he kept slipping to Evan. I could understand his desire to keep me safe, but I felt that he’d taken it too far with my boarder; especially when I knew it was coming more from jealousy than concern.Evan offered to go with me to pick up the supplies that I’d need to study the creature and I gladly accepted his company. We checked on Megan to make sure that she was doing well before we securely locked the house and hopped into his van.He’d barely closed the door and started the engine before the stench of werewolf overwhelmed me. Although his offer to drive me was considerate, I knew that I wouldn’t be able to tolerate being in such a stinky vehicle for the hour ride to and from the supply place. So, I strongly suggested that we use my car. He flashed me one of his handsome
I lay, in all my naked glory, on the top of my desk while I watched him put himself back together and waited for the euphoric sensation of just having had unbelievable sex subside enough for me to want to move.He looked down at me and smiled before he bent over and suckled each nipple and then kissed my navel.“You have the perfect hourglass figure,” he cooed. “Fantastic breasts, a tiny, flat stomach and smooth, rounded hips. Not to mention that every time I enter you, you’re so tight that I feel like I’m taking you for the first time. You’re every man’s dream of the perfect woman… and you’re mine.”I moaned and writhed with delight at the feel of his lips as they moved downward. “Why did you get dressed. I could stand a bit more.”“You do seem insatiable, my love,” he said as he slid his finger inside of me while teasing my sensitive nub with his
We walked at a quickened pace while Max kept his car parallel with us. I have to agree with Megan. It did make me feel a bit childish, but I could understand his need to do it since he didn’t want to drive on without us and I was refusing to get into the car.When we reached the driveway, he pulled past us and headed around to the morgue entrance. I pulled my keys from the pocket in the waist of my yoga pants as we walked around to the back of the house and opened up the door to the morgue. Max was quick to open the trunk of his car and heave the limp werewolf over his shoulder. Even though it hung lifeless, I still put a cautious distance between us. After all, the werewolf that Evan had brought to me had looked dead too.Max heaved the beast onto the examination table with much less grace than Evan had done with his werewolf. I shook my head and silently chastised myself for comparing the two men. One was a vampir
With Megan at my side, we cautiously checked each room on the second floor of the house. It was only my second time going through it so thoroughly. My first time being with Evan just hours earlier when he selected his rooms.Megan found it odd that I would rent a house and not do an in-depth exploration of all of its charms. Perhaps, it was. Besides the fact that the place gave me an eerie feeling – which I attributed to its size verses occupants- it was more time constraints than lack of interest that kept me from checking out the house, room by room. There always seemed to be something pulling on my time and then, when there wasn’t, I was so tired that all I wanted to do was to find my bed and sleep in it.I found the house a pleasure to explore, even if it was to search for invaders. The architecture was interesting, and the house was in excellent condition; especially for a building that was an easy century old.
I was at the bottom of the stairs when I remembered that Peter had sent me a message through my computer. I raced back up to my bedroom and grabbed my laptop from the nightstand. The sound of Max singing in the shower made me smile.I headed to the kitchen and opened my laptop to look for Peter’s message while I waited for the coffee to brew. To my surprise, there was nothing there. I scowled. I could have sworn that I saw a message from him before I went to sleep. Was I seeing things now? Was it just wishful thinking because he’d yet to reach out to me? Did I even want him to, now that I knew what I did about him?I scolded myself as I closed the lid on my computer. I needed to get over Peter once and for all before my mind went crazy and my life was ruined.I’d just finished frying a few eggs to make egg and bagel breakfast sandwiches with when Megan entered the kitchen.“Is M