Wolves in the Night

“Varick, Terrell, do either of you read me?” Shaun whispers into the small, long-range radio as he stalks through the woods hunting for werewolves, “Damn it if either of you read me give me some kind of sign,” he says into the small radio and waits for some kind of reply. “Shit, I’m not staying out here to get myself killed,” he mutters to himself and draws a Smith & Wesson .357 magnum revolver with eight shot cylinder from his shoulder holster under his shiny black leather jacket and makes for the exit of the park.

His long dark brown hair is pulled back into a ponytail, which sways as he rushes back to the car that the three of them came in. Shaun stops for a moment when he realizes that he doesn’t have the keys, “Hopefully Varick has one of those hide-a-key thingies,” he thinks to himself and continues on his way. Shaun makes it back to the path that leads to the parking lot; from there it’s just around the corner to where they parked.

Shaun notices dark snow across the path, he walks over to it, when it hits him it was Varick, Shaun stumbles back onto the path.A large furry form steps out onto the path in front of Shaun, he stops dead in his tracks keeping perfectly still, if he didn’t make a sound, the werewolf probably wouldn’t hear him.

He raises the .357 into a two handed grip and aims down the sights to the wolf, he slowly squeezes the trigger, the hammer pulls back, and clicks as it releases, the wolf turns back seeing Shaun, “Shit,” he breathes, he pulls the hammer back and fires, again only getting a click, in a blur of motion the werewolf is on top of Shaun, his hands held together at the wrist by one claw tipped hand, his legs spread eagle and pinned underneath the knees of the heavy werewolf, the .357 inches above his finger tips.

The wolf grabs the revolver and looks at it, “Jesus you must be stupid, you left the safety on,” the wolf says with a mouthful of teeth meant for tearing and rending flesh, he had stared into the face of a werewolf before in almost this exact position, it ended badly for Shaun

“Get the fuck off me!” Shaun yells at the wolf, sounding more helpless and feminine than he intended,

“Why, so you can shoot me? I don’t think so,” the werewolf says, and begins searching Shaun for more weapons, he digs into his pockets and removes a small vial filled with clear liquid, “What’s this?” the wolf asks Shaun,

“Fuck you!” Shaun yells,

“You wish pretty-boy, I’d rock your world,” the wolf smiles awkwardly with its lethal jaws,

“Great a gay werewolf, what next?” Shaun thinks to himself. The wolf puts the vial on the snow packed path, just out of Shaun’s reach,

“Let’s see what else you’ve got on you,” the wolf runs his clawed hand over Shaun’s chest and sides, “A little scrawny aren’t you? Tell me what’re you doing hunting bag bad wolves?”

“Shut your filthy mouth, you filthy mongrel!” Shaun fights the painful memories of the last time he was in this situation. He swore he’d die before he’d go through that again.

The wolf feels the bandages across Shaun’s chest under the white t-shirt and pulls his shirt out of his pants, the wolf pulls the shirt up around Shaun’s chest, the cold ground freezing the skin of his back, there are four jagged scars across the side of Shaun’s stomach, the wolf lightly traces the scars with his claws,

“So that’s why you wanted to hunt werewolves, you were attacked a while ago, they look only about a year or so old.”

“Don’t. Fucking. Touch. Me!” Shaun shouts struggling futilely against the wolf’s hold. The wolf sniffs Shaun’s skin,

“Why don’t you have a scent? All I can smell is your jacket,”

“Fuck--”

“What? Fuck what, off, myself, you? You need to learn some new curse words, ‘cause it’s just not doing it for me,” the wolf interrupts, Shaun grits his teeth and stares coldly into the wolf’s eyes. The wolf cups Shaun’s crotch with his free hand, Shaun makes a high-pitched yelp, the wolf’s eyes fill with confusion, “What the- feels like- like a-,” the wolf hooks his claws under the waistband and shreds the front of Shaun’s slacks, and removes a grey and red striped sock, Shaun freezes in fear and shock.

The wolf looks down into the tattered mess of Shaun’s pants noticing the gentiles are female, “You’re a chick?” the wolf chuckles,

“No, and I don’t have to explain myself to you,” Shaun growls at the wolf through clenched teeth,

“Yeah, whatever there butch, what, the big boys don’t like lil girls in their hunter teams, so you had to play dress up?”

“Go to hell, you faggot!”

“Tsk, tsk, I’d take a look in the mirror deary, at least I dress to suit my gender, you know god doesn’t love cross dressers either don’t you?”

“I’m not a fucking cross dresser! I should have been born a man!” Shaun shouts at the wolf with rage filling in his eyes,

“Well, well, isn’t that special, you’re a pre-op transsexual, bully for you,” the wolf says pulling Shaun’s pants down around his knees, Shaun grinds his teeth in anger and fighting tears from the last time,

“If you’re going to rape me knock me out first, the last thing I need is more memories of a werewolf fucking me,” Shaun says with the bitter taste of defeat on his lips,

“Rape you? Sorry honey, you’re an operation or two away from being my type, but when you get there give me a call eh?” the wolf pulls him into a sitting position still holding his arms and legs and tears the pants into useable strips to bind Shaun’s wrists and ankles together. The wolf grabs the vial and .357 in one hand and drapes Shaun over his shoulder.

“Great I get to stare at a werewolf’s ass now,” Shaun grumbles,

“You don’t have to look if you don’t wanna,” the wolf says as he makes a run for the parking lot, his car is the only one that remains.

“So if you’re not gonna rape me, why the fuck are you kidnapping me, am I a late night snack?”

“Sick, I don’t eat humans, that’s cannibalism you know,”

“Not if you’re a monster, besides there were two other guys with me, they stopped answering their radios. That was Varick’s body back there in the snow, he looked like something was chewing on him, you’re telling me you didn’t do that?”

“So there were three of you eh? I only knew about that guy back there and no I didn’t kill him, that was one of the juvenile members of my pack, she lost control when she shifted tonight, she needed to feed so she went for the first living thing, I’m surprised she managed to find him since he didn’t have a scent either. By the way are you going to tell me how you do that trick?”

“No, and can you hurry up the blood’s pooling in my head, I’m freezing my ass off and I think I’m gonna puke,” Shaun replies,

“Yeah, yeah, whatever princess, just a couple more yards,” the wolf says as he walks up to his car. He opens the back door, sits Shaun on the seat and shuts the door, Shaun grabs the handle and pulls but the door doesn’t open. Shaun watches as the wolf shifts back to a human before his eyes.

The wolf knocks on the window and says, “Child locks. They came with the car,” the wolf shakes out his long blonde curls and stretches; he has well sculpted muscles, Shaun feels only envy. Shaun catches himself also stealing a curious peek at his groin, also something of great envy,

“Lucky bastard” Shaun thinks to himself, the walks around to the drives side and opens the door,

“Oh and if you move from that spot while I’m driving I’ll hit the brakes and send you through the window if I time it right, so if you wanna avoid all that just buckle up, either way works for me though.”

Shaun glares at the back of the wolf’s head for a moment and reaches over and pulls the seatbelt over his shoulder and locks it in place, and fumes about the situation for a while before speaking, “So what should I call you?”

“I’m Loki, how about you?” Shaun chuckles at the name,

“Loki huh? Your daddy Thor?”

“No, my dad was Norse mythology freak and my mother was a hippie,” Loki replies,

“Geez, sucks to be you, my parents named me Shauna, but I just go by Shaun now,”

“Wow, dropped an ‘a’ big change,” Loki said sarcastically.