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Some Kind of Monster

By WaffleSquadron

The girl's shrill scream echoed through the silent forest. Her face looked wild in the orange glow of the campfire, and we weren't sure how to react. Finally she bolted forward knocking the both of us off the log we had been using as a makeshift bench. Her arms wrapped around our necks as she squeezed us harder than I've ever been hugged before.

“You guys! How could you keep this a secret from me? Oh my god you two are dating, that's so adorable!"

Jason and I talked a lot about coming out before that night. At one point we even tried to guess how Christie would react to the news. We both agreed she would be supportive, but neither of us saw this coming.

“How long have you been together? Why didn't you tell me? You two make the cutest couple! I can't believe you didn't say anything before!" Christie said, still gripping onto the both of us.

“Umm we've been dating for a while now," I said, not wanting to divulge just how long.

She was having none of that, however. “And just how long is 'a while'?"

“Oh you know, just since like… freshman year," I said, trying to mumble the last two words.

“What!? You two have been dating for four years and didn't tell me," Christie said incredulously.

Jason swooped in to save me and added, “Well, it's just… You remember what happened that year. Everything was either so sad or out of control. We never felt like there was a good time to say anything. I guess when things settled down again it just felt like the moment had passed"

Christie released us from her hug with a pensive look on her face. There were some pretty rough times back then, and we tried not to bring them up often. She wasn't deterred, however, and said “Ok I understand a little bit. But that's no excuse for the other three years. I can't believe you waited until after we graduated to say anything."

“Ok but we still told you. That has to count for something, right?" I said, hoping for forgiveness.

“Oh you guys, I can't stay mad at you. You just gave me an amazing gift, two gay best friends!" Christy said, beaming at her sudden realization.

Jason and I just looked at each other. That was a rare commodity around these parts. We all lived in the middle of nowhere; sure it was the 21st century, but that didn't really help those of us living outside the big cities. We knew a few other boys who were gay, but none of them were willing to come out.

“I hope you don't plan on bringing us clothes shopping or something," I said.

Christie practically doubled over with laughter. “Oh please Will, I've seen your wardrobe. I would end up head to toe in plaid or camo. You don't have to worry about that."

Jason let out a small snicker, and for some reason I actually felt mildly insulted.

She walked back to her seat and threw an arm around Aaron, her boyfriend. He had always been a bit quiet, but that was probably a good counterbalance in their relationship.

“Umm I'm happy for you guys too. You know I've always got your back," Aaron said, finally talking.

“Of course man, I always knew we could count on you. Thanks," Jason said.

It was true. The whole reason we went on this camping trip together is because the four of us were best friends. We'd had to rely on each other a lot over the past couple years and I trusted them like family. For me and Jason it wasn't just freshman year that had been out of control. It felt like every week there had been some kind of life or death struggle, and this trip was an attempt to finally put some of that behind us.

So like any good teenage camping trip that meant drinking. We had managed to score a case of beer from Aaron's older brother and were ready to party. We had arrived in the early afternoon and had the camp site set up soon after. There were only two tents, but after revealing our relationship I'm sure that arraignment made sense to the others. We built a campfire and cracked the first beer once the sun got low.

There was one tiny problem with our plan: none of us had actually been drunk before. We were the “good" kids most of the time, and never went drinking before that night. It all started out fun. We were laughing and having a great time. A few beers later and Aaron was singing along with the radio like he was a rock star. It was a sight to behold. A few beers after that and we were trying very hard to convince Jason not to go skinny dipping in the dark. I still don't know where that idea came from.

After we had just about finished the case Christie was starting to pass out and Aaron looked like he was going to follow her soon. We decided to call it for the night. I, however, had learned something new. Drinking made me really horny. As soon as Aaron and Christie closed their tent for the night I was kissing Jason. Finally telling friends about our relationship was so liberating. It felt like we had built up so many secrets, and letting this one go was like a huge burden being lifted off my shoulders.

“Hehe, you're feeling good tonight," Jason said, only slurring his words a little.

“I just want you so bad right now," I said, probably slurring my words a lot.

“Uhh Will, I don't think that's a good idea. Our tents are like four feet apart, and you know I get a bit loud," Jason said.

“Oh we're not using a tent. You see, I know a little secret," I said, trying to steal kisses with every word.

“What are you talking about?" Jason asked.

“You know how my dad is a park ranger?"

"Yeah I seem to remember that," he answered, rolling his eyes.

"Well he told me a story about these woods. There used to be a summer camp here, but it closed down back in the eighties. I did a little exploring earlier, and it turns out there are cabins just behind that hill."

“What? You can't be serious," Jason said.

“Oh I'm super serious. I want this," I said, grabbing his crotch, “inside me, and I have a private place all picked out."

Jason looked unsure; I could see the gears turning in his head as he weighed my proposal. I don't exactly blame him for being hesitant, it was a pretty crazy idea. But he was just as drunk as me, and once I started groping him I suspect he was just as horny. I felt him harden up under my touch, and already knew the answer.

“Well… how far away did you say it was?"

It wasn't far at all. It only took us about 15 minutes to walk from our site to the long forgotten camp entrance, and that was mostly because I was trying to make out with him the whole way. We reached the edge of the treeline, and squeezed between a pair of bushes. The path was so overgrown it was almost totally hidden, unless you already knew what you were looking for. We walked down it for another minute or two, and came to the first actual evidence our destination actually existed. There was a wooden sign, half fallen down, hanging over the path in front of us.

Time had done it no favors.The actual letters were half illegible now, and the most that I could make out was, “C MP D WN'S LI HT", with a faded picture of a sunrise above that.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?" Jason asked.

He was usually the voice of reason between the two of us. And truth be told, this probably wasn't a very good idea. But again, I was horny and this was a chance for some alone time with the boy I loved. So that was all the reason I needed to keep going.

“Oh come on, don't tell me you're afraid. You're probably tougher than anything in these woods, and I promise to protect you from all the scary monsters," I teased, smooching the side of his face in the process.

He rolled his eyes, again, but couldn't hold back a smile. We pushed on, climbing under the remains of the camp entrance, before finally reaching our destination. The view was breathtaking at first. A beautiful lake stretched out for miles before us, and the light of the full moon reflected perfectly against its glassy surface. A small boat was moored to a decrepit wooden pier, but it did not appear to be in any condition to use. The sounds of the forest seemed to fade away, and there was just the quiet sound of waves lapping against the nearby shore.

The camp itself had very clearly seen better days. There was a half circle of wooden cabins around a central building, a few of them had collapsed and three looked like they were nothing more than charred remains. We walked carefully towards the largest building, with me leading the way. I had a spot all picked out already, but Jason was still hesitant.

“What happened here?"

“Well I only heard the stories, but I guess there was some kind of fire way back. I don't really know the details, but apparently it was pretty bad. A few kids sleeping in those cabins died, and they closed the whole place down."

“Oh well that really sets the mood for romance," he replied sarcastically.

“Just wait, I've got a little special something set up. Follow me."

We went inside the main cabin, and were greeted by the finest accommodations a 1980's summer camp could provide. There was a stone fireplace, complete with a taxidermy buck hanging crookedly above. The plaid couches were covered in a few decades worth of dust and debris, and most of the glass in the windows had long since cracked or fallen out. There was even an original Pac-Man arcade cabinet in the far corner, but no chance it was working. We didn't even bother checking the lights, the whole place was obviously without power.

I grabbed Jason's hand and led him upstairs. He looked like he didn't trust them to hold our weight, but I knew from earlier that the building was solid enough. We walked to the first door, and I opened it; ushering him inside to the big reveal. I had spent a considerable amount of time cleaning the room for this very moment. With a flick of an electric lantern I had placed there earlier, it was bathed in a gentle yellow glow.

I watched, with no small sense of satisfaction, as Jason's eyes widened in surprise while he took in the sights. The room was probably reserved for the head counselor, back when this was a camp, and with a little bit of elbow grease it was transformed into a fairly respectable place to fuck. The floors were swept, and the bed actually looked clean and comfortable enough to sleep on. I had even cleaned the walls enough that you could see the old movie posters hanging up around the room. You almost couldn't tell the place had been abandoned.

Turning around to me, Jason's mouth had dropped open in surprise, and he began to say, “How did you even…?"

I wasn't in the mood for talking though, and took the opportunity to kiss him full on the mouth. Whatever he was going to ask was quickly forgotten as I felt his hands reach under my shirt and slide up my back. I was still horny as hell, and now that we were finally getting to the good part I didn't want to waste anymore time. Slipping my hands down his front, I began to fumble with the metal belt buckle holding up his pants. It was a little difficult to do that, and keep my lips attached to Jason at the same time, but with only one false start his belt was open and his pants soon joined it. They fell to the wooden floor, and I pushed forward against my boyfriend until the back of his legs hit the nearby bed. He tumbled backwards, and I climbed right on top of him.

Pulling back from our kiss, Jason smiled wide, kicked off his shoes, and began to pull my shirt over my head. I could see the lust starting to build in his eyes, and we were soon grabbing at each other all over in an attempt to get the other undressed. Jason put a hand on my shoulder, and without warning, flipped us around so he was on top. My pants were gone in an instant, and I helped move things forward by shucking my boxers right along with them.

Jason looked especially beautiful half bathed in the soft lamplight, and I knew the look on his face only meant one thing.

With a husky voice, dripping with desire, he asked, “Did you bring the lube?"

I pulled back the covers, and brought out the small bottle I had stashed there earlier. He just laughed a little and shook his head. I watched in delight as he lowered his boxers, and his hard cock bounced up and smacked into his belly. Popping the lube open, he slicked up two fingers and placed them against my entrance. I pulled my legs back towards my stomach, and opened up to his touch. Sliding those digits inside, he leaned over and kissed me again. I felt him push against that special place, right behind my cock, and I moaned into his mouth.

“Oh yesssss. No more teasing. I need you, right now."

“Are you sure no one can hear us, though? I still feel kind of exposed here," he asked.

I groaned in frustration, but still allayed his fears. “We're surrounded on three sides by hills, and no one lives on the other side of the lake. You could scream all night, and no one would ever know. Now hurry up and fuck me."

“Well since you asked so nicely. Doggy style or...?"

“No, I want to see this face loving me," I answered, brushing my hand through his blonde hair.

Lubing himself up, Jason took a position between my legs. I wrapped them around his hips, and groaned out loud as he finally put his cock inside me. There wasn't even a hint of pain, we had plenty of practice over the past four years. It was just the delightful stretch as I was filled up by him. Always a considerate lover, though, Jason still waited for a little after entering all the way. I crossed my ankles behind his ass, and gave him a little spur to action. Then with long, confident strokes he began to fuck for real.

I grabbed around the back of his head, and stuck my face into Jason's mouth. We wrestled our tongues against each other, and I began to openly moan into our kiss. He soon joined me, even giving a little extra buck of his hips everytime he hilted himself all the way inside my ass. His cock was touching every single pleasure center I had at the same time, and I was starting to feel the glow of bliss spreading through my body. Jason broke our kiss, and began to moan and groan into my ear. Hearing the pleasure in his voice was driving me even closer to the heights of passion, and my hands were now grabbing onto his butt; trying to pull him even deeper inside with every thrust.

I felt Jason's hips falter in their rhythm; then a few seconds later he pushed forward, and buried his cock up into my backside. He pulled his head back, and I felt him stretch me just a little bit more. I placed my hands on the sides of his face, and stared into his eyes as the orgasm took over. The wild and unrestrained ecstasy turned his face into a grimace as I felt the warmth of his release blossoming inside me. Jason groaned out loud with his climax, and his voice almost became a howl that echoed off the walls of our small bedroom.

His body had been perfectly rigid during his orgasm, but soon began to relax and curl into my body a little. I kissed the side of his face, and whispered small declarations of love into his ear, until he started to sit up once again. He pulled his now floppy cock out of me, and gave me that goofy post-sex smile I knew so well. I hadn't finished yet, and started to slowly stroke my incredibly stiff shaft. That had been incredibly hot, and I was aching for my own climax. Jason saw my self flagellation, and smacked my hand away.

“You deserve something a little more than that after going to all this trouble."

I was about to say something, but he ducked down and took my cock between his lips before I could even make a sound. Nothing really needed to be said after that, and I simply laid back on the bed and enjoyed my reward. I didn't last long at all, getting fucked beforehand saw to that. Jason was working my dick like a maniac, and I could barely squeak out a moan before firing a massive geyser into his sucking mouth. I felt every single squirt of cum and my cock throbbed desperately against his tongue. He knew exactly what to do, and swallowed it all down as quickly as I could make it.

I let out one last satisfied groan, before gently lifting Jason off my dick. He crawled up the mattress and laid down next to me. I threw an arm over his midsection, and sighed in absolute contentment. I put my head on his bare chest, and felt the strong muscles flex beneath my face. I listened to his heartbeat, and never wanted to move.

“This really was a crazy idea, but I'm glad we did it. I love you, and it was really nice to have a chance to be alone for a little while," Jason conceded.

“Thanks. I wasn't really sure if you would even go for it, but I figured getting you drunk first would probably help," I teased.

“Oh you're bad. Speaking of which, I think I'm back to sober now. That really didn't last long."

“One of the advantages of our metabolism I guess. We can burn that stuff off faster than everybody else. Speaking of which, I really need to pee. I hate to break up this cuddle session, but we should probably start heading back soon anyway."

Jason yawned as I stood up. He laid back onto the bed, and said “Ok, I'm gonna rest here for a minute. Just tell me when you're ready and I'll help you pack up."

I rolled my eyes a little at his laziness, but we did have a bit of workout. I didn't even bother dressing; and simply walked downstairs naked. There was basically no chance of anyone else finding us. Or so I thought. Walking outside naked was a bit of a thrill; the night was still beautiful and the full moon gave just enough light to see without a flashlight. The wind blew gently through the forest all around me, and the sound of rustling leaves almost masked his footsteps.

I walked away from the cabin, and already knew I was being followed. He was good; I doubt most people would have even heard him approach. It was just the slight scuff of his boot when the heel dragged across the dirt that tipped me off. I tried to pretend like nothing was wrong, but my heart was beating like a drum the whole time. I found a nearby tree, and acted like I was about to take a leak. There was only going to be one opportunity to make a move. The slightest hint of shadow in the corner of my eye was all the warning I had.

I ducked down, right as the axe blade embedded itself in the tree trunk where my head had been. Spinning around I got my first look at my would be murderer. He was huge, well over six feet tall, with arms that belied an incredible amount of strength. That strength was actually to my advantage for the moment, as the axe had sunk nearly six inches into the wood and was stuck. I lashed out with a savage low kick to his kneecap, but except for a slight flinch at the force of the blow he didn't even seem to register my attack. I was still squatting down, and threw all by weight into a rising punch to his stomach, standing back up in the process. I turned my body sideways and dropped into a fighting stance, expecting to see at least some sort of reaction to the hit. Still nothing.

By this point he had pulled the axe free, and pulled back to regroup for an instant. I tried to place the clothes he was wearing, but they were just some sort of jumpsuit. It was so aged and dirtied I couldn't even tell the color. His hat was the only clue to something specific. It looked like a generic hardhat, but the specific shape and tattered fabric hanging down around his head reminded me of the forest firefighters I had seen in my dad's old pictures. The face was totally blank, like there was no thought or emotion to his actions. This was violence for no purpose I could divine.

My investigation would have to wait, because only a moment later that axe began coming in my direction. I dodged backward away from each swing without too much trouble, but had no chance for a counterattack. His movements looked wild, but they were in fact quite deliberate and controlled if you knew what to look for. He was cutting off any possibility of escape, while at the same time trying to throw me off balance. A single wrong move, and I would be in serious trouble. There was no choice but to attack, and I couldn't wait for a safe opening to try. Right after he made a chop straight down, I shot forward and delivered a one-two punch to his ribcage. I threw all my strength into it, and actually felt a bone snapped under my fist on the last blow.

There was still no reaction from the man; his moves didn't seem to be slowing at all, even with the damage I had inflicted. I was beginning to realize this might be something even more sinister than it appeared. That axe whooshed by my face a few more times, even closer than before. As he was raising it up to begin another assault I threw myself into him, twisting around inside his guard and grappling onto his arms. I wrapped around his forearm, and locked tight behind his elbow. Wrenching around with all my weight I tried desperately to pull that weapon out of his grasp, but it was like there was some kind of otherworldly force keeping him from being disarmed. That mistake was enough to give him an opening, and he grabbed me around the waist and threw me, hard, against a nearby tree.

My back slammed into the rough bark, and I was stunned by the force of his blow. I looked up just in time to see the gleam of an axe blade as it sliced through the air towards my head. Raising my arm in a last ditch attempt to stave off death, I felt the searing pain as my hand was brutally hacked in two. I screamed in pain, and watched as the outer two fingers on my right hand were cleaved completely off.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh! Fuck!" I yelled, scrambling to my feet. “Do you have any idea how much that hurts!?"

Whatever that thing was, he still didn't react to anything. No anger, no disgust, not even a small grin of appreciation at this gruesome handiwork.

“What the fuck are you, some kind of fucked up horror movie monster!?" I screamed at my uncaring assailant. I could feel the rage starting to boil up from inside. Until that moment it felt like things were under control, but the full moonlight was starting to work it's magic and I was no longer able to control the beast within. More to the point, I didn't want to.

“Well I've got some bad news for you, asshole," I seethed, feeling the black fur start to grow down my back. My face began to warp and lengthen into a muzzle and continued, “I'm some kind of monster too!"

The change came almost instantly after that, and I grew to my full height of just over seven feet tall. My hands became weapons of war, the missing fingers quickly regenerating and growing claws that were sharp enough to rend bone. My feet twisted into a digitigrade stance, and I let a primal howl tear out of my throat and into the dark night. The creature was completely unphased by my transformation, and there was no longer any doubt that what I was fighting was supernatural. That wasn't really a problem, since I was pretty damn supernatural too. I was a werewolf, and this was not the first time I needed to fight some kind of superhuman beast.

I unleashed a wild flurry of attacks, and despite his admirable defense I felt my claws rake down his flesh and slice a grisly line of wounds down his front. The was blood, but not nearly what I was expecting. More alarmingly he was still swinging that axe like nothing had happened. In this form defense was a much lower concern; I could heal most damage in a few minutes, and what would be a mortal wound to a human was nothing more than an annoyance. I swatted away a few of his swings while keeping up the pressure, but he adapted quickly and the next blow struck true. I felt a sharp sting as his axe buried itself into my chest. Grabbing his wrist with my left hand, I gripped his body by the shoulder. If I couldn't twist that axe out of his grip, then I would just need to rip his whole goddamn arm off.

I pulled with all strength, which as a werewolf was incredible, but as soon as I felt the tendons in his shoulder stretch to their limit some sort of force kept the from me from tearing them. I gave up on that idea, and simply removed his blade from my pectoral muscle before grabbing him by the face and smashing his head into the ground. The creature, again, stood like nothing had happened. His face was bloodied and almost falling off in places, but despite the visible injuries I couldn't seem to actually hurt him. His attacks actually became faster, and I was forced onto the backfoot as a rapid series of blows rained down on me. I crossed my arms in front of me in a defensive stance, and winced as my forearms were sliced down to the bone. They began healing immediately, but would not close completely for a few minutes at least. The attacks did not relent, and even as an apex predator it seemed like I was in a very uneasy position.

There was one last backup I could always count on, however, and it was just a matter of lasting long enough to let it happen. The wild swings kept coming without end, and I was torn and bloodied quickly. I actually felt the energy in my legs falter, and my stance buckled. I dropped onto one knee, and the creature stopped just long enough to raise his axe above his head. This was to be a coup-de-grace, and he clearly didn't want to miss.

I cracked a slight smile, and said what I hoped weren't my final words. “You forgot one thing, shithead. Wolves hunt in packs."

I saw a flash of white in the corner of my eye right before the hulking wolven form of another werewolf crashed into the creature from the side, sending him flying down to the ground. The white wolf grabbed the dazed monster by the ankle, then spinning around to gain power, he threw it like a shot-put into the side of one of the nearby wooden cabins. The entire wall shattered inwards, and the building shook violently before collapsing into a pile of broken boards.

“It fucking took you long enough!" I yelled. “Shit, Jason, he practically cut me to ribbons."

My beautiful white furred boyfriend just laughed and said, “Oh please, I know you appreciate a dramatic entrance. Besides I gave you enough time to use one of those cheesy lines you love so much. If anything I did you a favor."

Now that I had a few moments to let my wounds start to heal I couldn't help but see his point. I laughed and replied, “Yeah, alright, you've got me there. That was pretty great. Any ideas how to deal with this thing? I've been slicing and dicing his ass, but it hasn't slowed him at all."

“Well you're the expert on all the ghosts and ghoulies we usually fight. It will probably take him a few minutes to climb out of that wreckage, so can you at least tell me what it isn't?"

“Ok, ok. Well it's not a zombie, he is way too fast and actually adapted to my attacks. He hasn't been berating me with Victorian Era insults or trying to bite my neck, so I would guess not a vampire either. He sure as shit ain't human, unless…"

“Unless what?"

“There was a moment, when I was trying to tear him limb from limb, when it felt like something more was keeping him together. It is possible for a human to be imbued with some kind of supernatural power, but that would require his soul to be totally destroyed first," I answered.

“Well he didn't exactly strike me as the soulful type. Now the question is, who or what could actually do something like that?"

“Worry about that later, we might be dead before then."

The wooden ruin that had once been a building began to move, and we knew it was all about the start back up again.

“Right. Ok I might have a plan. Follow my lead, and try to lead him to the lake," Jason said.

I nodded, and stretched my arms a bit. The wounds had healed completely during that short break, and I was back in fighting form. The creature finally appeared once more, and once his arms were free, began to crawl at a frightening pace towards me. Jason and I backed away from each other to give us some more room to maneuver. The thing was now standing, and broke into a sprint straight towards me. I played a bit more defensively this time around, and tried to dodge all of his swings. That proved easier said than done, and I still caught a few grazing cuts that got past my guard. But everytime he put his weight behind an attack, Jason was free to move in from an exposed angle and strike a serious blow with his claws. He would rear back and try to chop at him, but that simply left the creature at my mercy for a follow up.

I slowly but surely led our mysterious enemy down past the main camp cabin and towards the edge of the lake. I noticed by the time we were halfway there, that his swings didn't quite have the same precision as before and it seemed there were few moments longer between swings of that axe. I watched the way Jason attacked whenever he had an opening, and couldn't help but smile when I noticed what he was doing. It didn't matter how little pain this thing felt if his limbs didn't work. We might not be able to actually pull his leg off, but without the muscles to make it work that leg was basically useless. Jason was making deep gouges and slashes to the thing's thighs and hamstrings. By the time we made it to the water, it was dragging it's right leg with every step.

“Ok what's your plan? Because now would be a good time try it," I said.

“Can you hold him on your own for a few minutes?"

“What!? Fuck, fine just try to hurry," I said, wincing as I took another slice to the back of my arm.

We traded blows while Jason ran off to do god knows what. I tried to copy his earlier attacks, and sliced at the connecting tendons of his arms and shoulder. It was much harder to do without a partner, but after taking a few more cuts myself I noticed, with no small sense of satisfaction, that the creature could no longer even raise the axe above his head.

He reeled back after I gave him a particularly nasty laceration to the bicep, when suddenly Jason slipped a thick braided rope around the creature's neck. The axe drooped down towards the ground, and I quickly reached out to keep it from doing anymore damage. Even with his obviously diminished strength, I still couldn't manage to get the weapon away from him. It had to be some part of that enchantment, but I didn't really care to find out more at that moment. Jason continued trapping our monster until both his arms, and his axe, were pinned to his sides.

“I really hope this wasn't your whole plan. I don't know how well tying him up is going to work long-term," I said.

“No! It's not the whole plan! Now we throw him in the lake," he answered.

“Really!? That's it?"

“Well I was going to tie something heavy to him first, but bear with me here. You said he is a human, right? Someone or something just sucked his soul out, and filled it with whatever-the-hell. I figure if he is still alive, then he still needs to breathe."

I felt my brain lock-up for a moment. Could it really be that simple? The thing started struggling against his bondage, and I realized that was better than anything I had.

“Hell, sounds good to me. Let's do this thing! " I replied.

I grabbed the biggest rock I could see, and Jason held onto our mystery monster. I tied the free end of the rope around the stone as best as I could, and looked at my boyfriend.

“On three?"

He nodded and I began the countdown.

“One, two, THREE!"

With that I hurled the rock with all my strength into the lake, and Jason did the same with our axe-wielding captive. Our strength as a werewolf, especially under a full moon, is still something that can be hard to believe sometimes . They sailed through the air, before crashing down into the water about two hundred feet away. There was a massive splash, and we watched with no small satisfaction as that monster slipped beneath the surface. I let out a relieved sigh, and felt the rage in my body slowly drain away. My furred wolf form retreated, and I was once again just a naked human under the night sky. Jason sooned joined me, and the seven foot white wolf became my cute blond boyfriend.

“Fuck, I thought we were done with this supernatural bullshit," I said.

“Dude, we're supernatural. There's no getting away from it for us. Come on, let's get back to camp before Christie and Aaron notice we're missing."

“Yeah, yeah… Did I ever tell you that you're really hot as a wolf?"