The Lycanthrope Tails. Chapter Fourteen.
The Lycanthrope Tails
Chapter Fourteen
By Roofles
Frostbite steadily made his way back, following the scent of Dakota. Rather than that of the wolf he knew as Raith or the human he had roomed with. Both of them seemed to have fallen off the face of the earth, their scents leading only to an abrupt dead end. It worried the silver fur wolf but he wasn't in any condition to ponder the thought longer than need be. He kept turning back, to make sure he hadn't been followed from that home. If they found him, Frostbite knew he didn't have a cat's chance in hell that he'd be able to get out alive.
Dakota didn't even bother to try to hide his scent, the smell of his arrogance alone made Frostbite stomach churn, threatening to spill loose at any second. It only got worse as he came on the scene Raith had, only thirty minutes ago.
Just within the forest there was a small parting of trees, not even large enough to be called a clearing. And every inch of it was drenched, painted in blood. The crimson dye shined in the moonlight above, painting a horrible picture of what was left of the pack Frostbite had all but given up on.
And a part of him was glad to for it, to see this. It was the same fate that befell his own clan, the Tundra Hunters who had suspected the Alpha of fowl play and because of that a genocide had taken place. Maybe it was pity or some reminisce of family that stayed the Alpha's hand from finishing Frostbite off like he had ordered the others to be.
Or maybe it was because Frostbite was The Alpha's youngest brother.
Still, even before he reached the clearing where the pack gathered, Frostbite knew it was over. The stillness in the air, like the dead calm after a war, told him that it was over. Done. And that his pack had been avenged, even if it wasn't by his own two hands.
Then that howl ripped the air in two and every fur on his body stood on end. He sucked in his gut, heart leaping into his throat as his eyes widened in a pure primal fear that took hold of him. Freezing his joints and turning his legs to stone. Dakota's howl made every animal in the forest run away in every direction.
And then Frostbite too was running.
Frostbite knew he should've been running in the opposite direction from where that sound had come from, to the farthest corners of the earth. Even if he had to swim over the sea itself. Yet, his legs carried him forward. Closer to that threat, the source of it.
Even within the city, people could hear that sound. Waking up from sleep, stopping in the middle of traffic and looking around as car alarms went off. Turning the once peaceful town into a near riot.
"Take care of everyone." Charming, the hunter from Haven, said as he got out of the RV they had gone back too. "Try to keep everyone calm, I've already informed central. We have an A-class monster within this town." And he shuddered, if only for a moment showing his fear. He quickly regained his composure and brushed his golden bangs out of his face. "We're going to need backup to keep this all contained."
"Understood." Benjamin just gave a single nod and began calling home.
Tess sat in one of the corners of the bunk bed, holding the sweater still tightly in her arms as if afraid to let it go. She didn't say anything as she pulled her legs closer to herself, hugging them with the sweater. The blood had drained from her face as if she had gone into shock, her breath shallow. And an ugly, jagged knife laid next to her.
"It'll take them a few hours, at the earliest." Benjamin just said as Charming looked himself over in the mirror hanging off the wall. "They just said to contain everything here."
"Hopefully they won't need to purge the town." Charming double checked his cufflinks before moving past the other man and out the door where his car was waiting. The passenger door was open and his butler was waiting for him. "Ah, Henry. Good man as always." And he gave a single nod to him before turning around. "I'm going to do everything I can to prevent that. Hopefully it'll be enough..." His voice faded out and the two knew what he meant.
Just like what happened in the North, if this virus, this werewolf epidemic spread outside this mountain town those at the home base would call in the air strike. Level the whole valley if need be to make sure it couldn't spread any further than it already had. Necessary casualties, that's what they'd call it. And the worst part was, both of them knew, that they were in the right. In the long run, that was the only real option they could do to make sure it was contained.
Jared had other things to worry about as Dakota mounted him from the front, pressing his whole lower regain against the much smaller man and dry humping him, without the dry. Dakota was big, the throbbing beat red member only getting thicker as it grinded over Jared's front. And it leaked profusely, covering the young human in werewolf spunk. A semi-clear musky fluid that made Jared flush more than he had ever done in his entire life.
The only thing that could over power Dakota's urge to kill was that of the deepest most ingrained part of any animal. The need to procreate, to mate and to breed. And it was only because of that, that Jared and the others were spared from there werewolf's bloodlust that night. A bloodlust that had only turned into lust. A fever, grunting, panting lust as Dakota pushed down against the smaller male once more.
Toes crunching into the dead werewolf Dakota had stepped on before, fingers ripping up clumps of grass and dirt as he tilted his head upwards towards the full moon. Grunting. Panting. And growling a moan between clench teeth smile at the feel of him.
Everything he had been holding back began slowly overflowing, spilling out, literally, all over Jared's front who could only close his eyes as that throbbing member spurted once more over him. A slick, hot, musky fluid that drenched his face and shirt, soaked into his pants and pool over his own groin and stomach.
Jared sputtered, coughing as that tapered pointed throbbing red shaft brushed the side of his face almost lovingly so as the horny wolf grunted once more. Messing up his own hanging sack, that was resting in Jared's lap as Dakota attempted to straddle his face at this point, and with the motion messed up over his own stomach and chest as the wolf's cock bounced in excitement.
"Should we do something?" One of the younger wolves asked watching with a morbid curiosity, tilting his head slightly to one side. He wasn't aware that his muzzle was open and he was panting hotly as he watched the show.
"Let's not." Sylvan just muttered, pushing the wolf head until he was looking away and led the others to the farther corner of the clearing. "It's best not to try and get between... that."
"But." The wolf's nose twitched and he kept trying to look back. "It's kind of," he sniffed. "Distracting." He grunted, slurping the side of his muzzle and beginning to pant more.
So Sylvan took him over to the water hole and dunked his whole head into it until he calmed down.
"Listen up, everyone." She said loudly moving away from the wolf and looking over what was left of the pack. A few stragglers, the young and a few more slowly began to drift back home. The wolves that had left to attack the town. It wasn't even a fraction of what the pack had once been. "We're keeping with the original plan. Once the rest catch up... we'll be moving before first light, heading North-West into the denser forests."
"He," a younger female spoke up glancing over at Dakota. She shuddered and quickly looked away. "He won't be c-coming with us, will he?"
Sylvan bit her lip, shaking her head without saying yes or no on the matter. It would be wise not to bring him and at the same time she knew it was wise too bring him. It was because of wolves like Dakota and Grimjaw that the pack had survived as long as it had. Without the Alpha, Grimjaw or Dakota who would protect the pack?
And more importantly, who would lead?
A lone wolf, even a pair of lone wolves can live such ways. A pack cannot. It needs an Alpha. One to give orders, to make the hard choices and to lead when others will only follow. Despite the selfish recklessness of the last Alpha, he did keep them alive and the others (in ignorance) followed without question or thought. And that aloud them to survive through the darkest of times. Even at the cost of many, the rest were alive due to that one fact.
And Sylvan knew this.
So when she saw Frostbite, she was relieved in more ways than one. "Frostbite!" She called loudly, running over quickly to join the silver fur wolf. "Y-your alive!" And she smiled, going to nuzzle the side of his face.
Frostbite ignored her, giving her nothing more than a cold shoulder, as he moved past and further into the clearing. He looked around the open space, up at the full moon then over towards Dakota. He wrinkled his nose, snorting and shook his head. "What an idiot." And looked back finally at Sylvan. "Sister," he said the word with distaste. "Where is Raith?"
"I don't know what your talking about." Sylvan tried to play it off, her face faltered however as she spoke. Frostbite wasn't in the mood and could see through her like a sheet of glass.
He rounded on her, snarling in her face. "Don't play coy with me, bitch." And Frostbite snapped his teeth at her. "I know about you and Raith."
She narrowed her eyes unsure where he was going with this. Sylvan didn't have it in her for a fight, having gotten so little sleep in the past month. Always on alert, tending to the young members and doing all she could to protect them. Even from the Alpha.
"He's gone." Sylvan just replied in a small voice, not wanting any others to hear their conversation. "He won't be returning."
"Just like that? After everything?" Frostbite gave a snort again, lifting the corner of his black lips up in a sneer. "I doubt it. What then, was he after?" And he narrowed his amber eyes on her.
"That Alpha's dead," Sylvan just said flatly. She waited a moment, letting that sink in. "The pack in ruin. What more could he want?" She shook her brown head side to side, the moss hanging off her neck looking like dread locks. "How could things possibly get worse?" She asked only to herself, in a low whisper, looking back over her sister's brood still huddled together on the far side of the clearing.
"How about a fresh batch of new hunters?" Frostbite replied following her gaze over to the young.
"More? Already!" Sylvan spun her head back around with such speed she would've given a normal person whiplash.
"You attacked a human town." Frostbite frowned. Then rolled his eyes. "Ok, the Alpha attacked a human town." He corrected before Sylvan could interrupt. "How the hell did you think they'd react? Greet you lot warmly with fresh milk and cookies? Hah." And he shook his head. "They already begun the burning."
"Just like the North again." Sylvan muttered referring to night before the hunters began to burn down their forest. "We need to leave then, quickly." And she turned to go.
"Fleeing once more with your tails between your legs." Frostbite chuckled.
"What has gotten into you, Frostbite?" Sylvan asked looking back.
"I hold no interest for a pack that's lost it's teeth." And he turned away.
"Will you too abandon the pack?" And her face fell, her last hope disappearing.
"The pack," Frostbite growled in reply. "Abandoned me first."
"And what would you have us do? We have no Alpha. No Fang. We have nothing now." She shouted after him.
"No, dear sister." Frostbite stopped and looked at her. His eyes soften and he shook his head. "They have you." And just like Raith, he too walked away from her and disappeared into the night.
She watched him go. Fear, panic and worse of all, doubt, crept into her chest. Doubt she couldn't do this, that she would only lead them to death. Doubt she wasn't strong enough, that they wouldn't listen. But as she rejoined the others seeing their worry looks, seeing how much they relied on her, needed her. Sylvan could only steel herself and try.
The pack soon began to drift away in her steps. Fading into the night like the silent shadow of the moon.
A freezing cold wind blew, bringing frost to the grass and turning rain to slush. Ice covered Dakota's back until the chill of winter brought him back to some sense and cooled his burning desire. It slowed him down but didn't stop him.
"You can play with your squeak toy later," Frostbite said loudly taking a seat on the grass and catching his breath.
Dakota stopped in mid hump, eyes slowly turning towards the silver fur wolf. He didn't say anything, he didn't need too as his lips peeled back into a snarl. Warning him to leave him be.
"You're going to drown him at this rate." Frostbite just replied in a dull voice, making sure to look anywhere but at the two. He kept his senses heightened, waiting for the wolf to possibly attack him for interrupting as he had.
"And he'd greatly appreciate not being drowned." Jared managed to speak up. Tapping out several times until he realized he was tapping on the very thing he wanted to stop. Flushing even more, hot and sticky in the face, Jared squirmed his way back and freed himself mostly from underneath the feral, massive wolf.
He shivered at the contrast of the cold frosted ground from the raw heat pouring off of Dakota.
Jared spat, gagging a bit. "Horrible, nasty, disgusting." He just managed to say trying to grasp some form of dignity from it all. "It's over right." He only asked Frostbite after wiping his face off several times and stripping his jacket, just leaving it on the ground. "I'm not dead. Or pregnant."
"Not yet." Dakota growled licking over the whole side of his face. Then over the front and the other side. And without even missing a beat, kept cleaning him up. Slurping over his face and body with a far too large, grooved tongue.
"Thanks..." Jared muttered, closing one eye as that foul smelling breath washed over the side of his face, Dakota just panting heavily against him. Muzzle opened wide only a couple of inches away. The large wolf not even seeming to notice how much it bothered and unnerved the smaller man.
"Sorry, about that." Dakota muttered a bit, swallowing loudly and licking his face once more.
"It's ok. I understand. Somewhat." Jared just mumbled back.
"Next time will be better." Dakota promised, bumping the side of his muzzle against his face and nuzzling him forcefully.
"Say what now?" Jared asked but Dakota had already moved past him, turning around him and laying down behind the human. Dakota only apologized for being interrupted, not on what he had done.
Before the two could get into it, Frostbite cut in. "We're going to have unwanted company soon. It might be best to leave. Now." The silver fur wolf rolled his eyes at the two and headed into the woods.
"Let me just grab my bike." Jared motioned behind them and got up on shaky legs. He didn't thank Dakota who offered his snout for support. Jared took it despite everything. "Where are we going to go, though. I mean my place is kind of a mess."
"And on fire." Frostbite pointed out as he popped back up next to the man. He gave Jared a sniff, wrinkled his nose and took a few steps away. "Should burn your cloths too."
"It's on fire?" Jared face fell and his shoulders slumped. "My insurance is going to sky rocket. If Tess doesn't kill me first." He muttered scratching his chin with a frown.
"We could always follow after the pack." Frostbite felt the need to offer, just giving a shrug along with it.
"My truck is still parked downtown." Jared kept thinking it over as if he hadn't heard Frostbite. The idea of following after the very things that tried to kill him just didn't sit well with the man. "I'll swing by and grab it. It has a lot of supplies we can use in the back. Go camping if need be." And he shook his head, trying to keep himself from breaking down right there on the spot. "Maybe I can stay at Lucca's..." He muttered and didn't think anything else on the matter as he drove back to town.
Guided by Frostbite, the three headed back to the small mountain town isolated from the rest of the world. They took the long route and Jared had to walk his bike through the forest for thirty minutes before finding road once more.
He refused the ride Dakota offered him, not wanting to abandon his bike to begin with. And not wanting to talk to the wolf as it was. Losing his home, being attacked and nearly killed and on top of all that, having a wolf take away his innocence left him in a rather sour mood. And he wasn't in any mind to think things over.
The human was tired, exhausted down to his core. Soaking wet from the rain that had begun to pick up, still sticky and uncomfortably warm in all the wrong places and was stuck out in the middle of nature. Not that he minded camping, falling into a creak and still wearing the soaked cloths only dampened his spirits however. A warm bed, clean cloths, a hot shower... some food! Such simple things he had always taken for granted sounded perfect right about now. Heavenly even.
And so when he finally reached the town, that's all he thought about as he loaded his bike into the back of his truck and got into the driver seat.
Jared rested his head back, breathing heavily and feeling a flush on his face brought on by the wet cloths he was still wearing. The side door opened and Dakota got in, in human form. Jared didn't question where he got the pants from.
"Should rest." Dakota just said. He reached out to place a hand, reassuringly, on Jared's shoulder. The smaller man flinched and pulled away even before he touched him. Dakota face fell. "I..." He began. Dakota brain was barely able to register what the problem was. An actual apology was the farthest thing away. "I would never hurt you." He said again, withdrawing his fingers. Dakota looked away. "I'm just..." And he bit his lip, growling now. At himself. Unsure what to say. What to do here.
A part of him was desperately searching, trying to understand the problem here. But that knowledge, that piece was missing from the puzzle and Dakota couldn't fathom as to why Jared was being so distant. What he had done wrong. And that only made things worse as Dakota didn't have the first idea on how to approach this issue.
"I just need some space. Is all." Jared managed to say, gripping the steering wheel tightly.
Dakota gave a nod and got out, jumping up onto the back tire and into the truck even before Jared had started the engine. The truck shook slightly at his weight fell into the back of it.
They took off. Jared's childhood home was gone now and he didn't have his cell phone. So he decided to go somewhere he could get a nice meal, a shower and borrow some cloths. Let alone being able to give Tess a call. He headed to Lucca's, his best friend, house.
Unaware what happened there that night...
It wasn't even thirty minutes ago that Lucca had slammed his back door shut, calling his roommate and girl friend, Andrea, over to help him.
"Help me brace the door!" Lucca shouted, a tall thinner man not even in his late twenties. He already had his pajama bottoms on and had just taken the trash out for the night.
"What is it?" Andrea, a bossomy woman wearing nothing but short shorts and a tight tank top. The two had been in the living room getting their nightly reality TV fix in. A tub of icecream was melting on the coffee table. A bowl of popcorn was only half eaten and several candy bars and Mike's hard lemonade were cluttered around.
"I-I don't know!" Lucca stammered, only using one of his arms. "Some kind of rabid dog or something!"
"Oh my god, Lucca!" Andrea said eyes widening at seeing the blood.
"It's not bad." Lucca winced as the door they were bracing was slammed against. There were growls and scratches on the other side. Then silence. "It jumped me. I tossed the trash at it but not before it got a shot at me."
"Are you alright?" Andrea just asked still trying to figure out what was going on.
"It's just a bite." Lucca said, already pale in the face and breathing heavily. He had begun to sweat.
Andrea gave a single nod. "On the count of three. One. Two." And as she said Three the two both hit the door hard and managed to get the dead bolt to lock. They still placed a chair and the kitchen table in front of it.
"I-I'll call animal control." Andrea just said moving over to the counter and pulling out a rag. She wet it with cold water and offered it to him.
Lucca took it with a thanks, waiting for her to leave before looking down at the bite mark on his hand. He could almost make out his own bone, if there wasn't so much blood. He wrapped his hand and took a seat at one of the scattered chairs.
He was shaking slightly as if he were freezing cold and yet he felt hot. Burning up in fact and was sweating more and more. His hand ached, throbbing in pain and all he could do was close his eyes tightly.
And something else hit him then. A hunger. A primal, devouring hunger that ate away at his very stomach. It hurt worse than the bite on his hand. And as he opened his eyes, seeing Andrea come back into the room, talking on a cellphone, the hunger inside only grew...
Jared arrived twenty minutes later, pulling up into the driveway and gave the horn a single honk. His usual form of greeting. He got out, shivering in the cold air. "I'll be back. Just... just stay here and don't draw attention to yourselves." Jared told the two and headed for the front door.
Dakota was still grumbling about the issue. "I think Jared's mad at me." He muttered, almost childishly.
"Well..." Frostbite began. "You have done a lot of stupid shit this night." And went on to explain to him why human's and wolves didn't usually see eye to eye when you hump them in their face.
The front door was locked and even when he knocked, Jared didn't get a reply. So he got the hide-a-key from underneath a rather ugly lawn gnome and used that to get in.
Jared opened the door, knocking once more just to be polite but was too tired to care. He saw the junk food, blankets and the tv on and knew they had been watching the bad reality TV singing show they had become addicted too. Jared didn't get it, nor did he question it. The only reason why he wasn't here now with them was because the two knew how much he disliked the show.
Jared almost laughed, shaking his head. "Wait until they hear about my night." He thought.
They had known each other for years, since before High School, and the three had been best of friends. Before all of this happened, Jared was hanging out with one of the two every other night. They weren't just friends, they were like family.
So Jared couldn't begin to comprehend what had happened as he took his first step into the kitchen.
Something thick, almost syrupy covered the ground in a black pool looking more like oil than water. The over hanging light was swaying back and forth, the bulb so dim it only gave the strange liquid an eerie glow. Jared had seen that liquid before but in this moment, in this instant his very mind didn't want to say what it was. Even if it made every drop of it drain from his own face. One of the chairs had been knocked over, the table was broken and the fridge door, supplying the only real amount of light, was open if only ajar.
Then he heard something. A sound of bone snapping and marrow being sucked clean from it. And the over hanging light swung over to show a huddled form in the corner of the room. Almost human in shape as it was crouched over something, eating hungrily. Unaware of Jared's presence, so enraptured it was with it's meal.
"The hell." Jared just opened his mouth and that was the first thing to come out. He soon found himself vomiting to the side and pulled back, away and covered his mouth. Eyes darting over to the form that had stopped in mid bite, to turn and look over at him.
It swallowed, slowly rising up to walk on all fours, pacing towards him in a lumbering motion. Hunched back, long arms and face that was almost human. With the single exception of a rather large, furless snout jutting from the front of it. Even it, his nose had blackened and turned into something far more canine. Looking like a mutated offspring between man and wolf.
"J...Jared?" It spoke, eyes widened slightly as it stared at him. Those eyes burned with an inhuman light.
"Holy fuck...." Jared took another small step back, jaw dropping slightly. As he looked at his best friend. "L-Lucca? What...what have you done?"
"I was just... so hungry." Lucca muttered looking back into the corner. A putrid smell hit Jared's nose then. A mix of rotting and spoiled meat combined into one horrible odor. "So very hungry." And he, it swallowed again. Loudly, the sound echoing around in the silent kitchen. The tv was nothing more than a drone buzz now in the background. "No matter how much I eat. I can't." And it twitched at that, jerking one of it's arms wildly. "I can't stop eating." And it faced back towards him, eyes large and sunken into it's face. "I'm just so...hungry." And it drooled, staring at him. "Jared. I'm hungry." And it took a step forward.
Jared took a step back, eyes darting over to the fridge. Only now seeing that it had all but been cleared out. "Dakota..." He whispered the wolf's name, eyes darting back to the thing in front of him.
Lucca took another step forward. "So hungry." He whispered, as if hypnotized. Sniffing the air, and drooling more as it licked it's twisted fangs.
"Frostbite?" Jared swallowed loudly now, bumping into one of the chairs as he contineud to back up. He grabbed hold of it. His legs refusing to move around the chair.
"So." And Lucca rose back up. "Very." And the snout on his face began to open, cheeks ripping as his jaw dropped lower showing far too many teeth even for a canine to have. "Hungry!" And with a horrible howl jumped at him.
Jared managed to roll back over the chair, head first, and tumbled back onto the floor. He felt claws dig into his ankle and he cried out as it ripped his foot and thankfully only taking his shoe off. Jared had already spun around, scrambling on his belly, as the adrenaline hit him. He was trying to move away and only managed to get underneath the coffee table as something, as it jumped on him.
The coffee table legs snapped like twigs under the weight; claws came thrashing down at Jared who could only hope that the pieces of the table would protect him long enough. His shoulder was hit hard and his chest got a good scratch acrossed it before the front door burst opened...
Frostbite had been educating Dakota on how stupid he was. "You can't just claim a human being." Frost rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Let alone mount them!"
"I don't follow." Dakota just frowned still trying to figure it all out. If you wanted a wolf you'd sniff them, then proposition them... then mount them.
"Human customs aren't even close to that of a..." Frostbite stopped at that. "Do you hear something?"
Dakota had stopped too. "No." He replied turning his head towards the house quickly, his face already beginning to fuzz out.
"Exactly." And the two had already jumped out of the truck before Frostbite had finished the word.
Frostbite was the first one in, Dakota slowed down as he was in mid-change. The silver fur wolf howled as, on all fours, he broke into the house. He hit the feral werewolf hard with his full body, knocking him off the injured man who was just covering his face now with both arms from the assault.
The feral werewolf had been knocked off, thrown into the wall of the kitchen.
Dakota tagged in at that, jumping over Frostbite and onto the feral. He slashed and bashed, hit and smashed this other wolf. Taking out all his frustration on the creature by pummel him against the dry wall, head first, several times. As if trying to beat the answers out of him. The whole time Dakota was still trying to figure out the issue Jared was having with him.
"Are you alright?" Frostbite said, crouching down next to Jared. He sniffed him over, licking over the wounds on the man's chest.
"Fine." Jared coughed, pushing broken pieces of the table off. "Just fricking fine." And he sat up a bit. "Wait! What about Lucca!" He said trying to look around for the thing that attacked him. Frostbite moved into the way blocking his view. "That's Lucca! A friend. What about him? What the hell happened!" The cold look Frostbite told him, was enough. "Oh. But... my... He.. he... Andrea... She's." And Jared finally broke down, just crying as the full night hit him, hard.
Frostbite kept himself between Jared and the feral beast. Smelling the blood in the kitchen, Frost chose to lead Jared out onto the front yard. "I'm sorry for this." Frostbite said to him.
"He." Jared said around snot-nosed sobs. "And Andrea. I just. I can't... I can't do this anymore." And he cried against Frostbite who wrapped an arm around him, patting his back with a paw. "It's too much. All of this shit. It's too much! Damnit. Just a week ago I was just a normal guy. And now..." Jared winced.
Frostbite moved back, giving him some space and looking him over.
"My shoulder hurts." Jared said, and looked down at the teeth marks on it. "Ow," Jared winced once more.
Frostbite looked at the wound, if only for a second showing his distress over it. Then he licked it, slurping over it and drenching the whole thing in thick saliva.
"It's not bad." Frostbite said licking over it once more. "It'll be fine." He said a bit quickly. "It'll be fine." He panted now, speaking faster. Looking up in time just to see Dakota come out.
The russet red wolf moved over with far more speed than something it's side would seemingly have. It sniffed over Jared several times, looking at the wound on his shoulder. Dakota exchanged a glance with Frostbite.
"Wha-what...." Jared managed to say, a bit pale in the face now. He was breathing heavily, panting a bit and had begun to sweat.
"It's going to be ok." Jared remembered hearing Frostbite say, his voice seeming far away now. He looked at the silver fur wolf and his vision began to blur.
"Focus on me." Dakota said moving in front of him and just staring him in the eye. "Just focus on me. And everything will be ok."
And that was about the time everything went black for the human, underneath the full moon that night...