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I just… wow. I am so sorry, I never imagined-”
“It’s fine. Are we cool now?”
“Yes, we’re cool. Now I’m just a little jealous of your powers.”
“You can have them. Unless you’d rather keep the ones you’ve already got.”
Rachel’s expression shifts from amazed to exasperated. “Heather-“
“Don’t bother denying it anymore. I’m not as stupid as you think; Nick wouldn’t invite a random person over, he saw something in you. And after spazzing on me, and seeing what I’ve really been up to, I feel that you owe me some answers.”
I can almost see the gears working in Rachel’s head. She sighs, and asks, “Are you sure you want to know?”
“Yes.”
“You won’t think I’m a freak?”
“I won’t think any differently of you.”
“Fine… About four years ago, on a camping trip with my parents, I went out alone in the middle of the night… I know how bad that sounds, but there aren’t exactly bathrooms in the middle of nowhere. I was on my way back to our camp when something bit my leg, and ran off. It was intense; the pain shot through my whole body, it was like my veins were on fire. I blacked out after a while, and came to in a nearby hospital. I guess my parents had found me at some point. Anyway, during the full moon a month later, I felt that weird pain all over again, for a split second, and then… I started transforming. I actually heard bones snapping and rearranging inside of me, felt the fur coming out of my skin. I didn’t know until right then that I’d become something less than human.”
Now it’s my turn to say, “Holy shit.” In all my life, even the past few weeks, I never thought I’d be able to say that my best friend is a werewolf. I understand why Rachel was so reluctant to tell me the truth now. Or, at least, I think I do. I may not be “normal” (as if such a thing ever existed), but at least I could choose to walk away from being a spellcaster if I ever had a mind to. Rachel has no choice; every full moon, she will transform into a werewolf, whether she wants to or not. I know if I were in her shoes, I would feel more like an animal trapped in a corner than a human with a condition. I want to ask her so many questions, but judging by her expression, now is not the time. So I hug her tightly, and say, “I’m sorry you had to deal with all this on your own for so long.”
“It’s alright. I just didn’t think there was anyone to talk to about it. I was worried you would think I’m nuts.”
“Oh, don’t worry, I always thought you were nuts. But I’ve always got your back, regardless of your mental instability.”
“Gee, thanks.”
I know Rachel can only handle so much hugging, so I pull myself away from her before she complains about wanting back her personal space. “No more secrets?,” I ask her tentatively.
“No more secrets,” she confirms.
“Good.”
Rachel offers me a faint smile, and slips past me into the apartment. I follow her inside, and as the door clicks shut behind me, I realize it feels like a weight has lifted from my chest. I’d been worried what the people in my life would think of me if they knew what I am. I have no plans to tell anyone else, I’m not quite ready yet. But I’m glad that Rachel knows, and that both of us now know that we’re not alone.
Chapter 8
Mere seconds after I walk through the door, Landon comes bounding out of his room, looking like he’s in a rush. He’s shirtless, as usual, but carrying a black tank top in his hand. He waves at me as he walks down the hall. I wave back, and shake my head; I’m unaffected by his insistence on partial nudity, but I do notice that Rachel can’t keep her eyes off of his well-sculpted body. I consider telling her that she’s barking up the wrong tree, but I figure she’ll realize it on her own before long.
Landon sniffs the air once, and smiles. “You know, most people don’t get to see me like this until after a date or two. Consider
“It’s fine. Are we cool now?”
“Yes, we’re cool. Now I’m just a little jealous of your powers.”
“You can have them. Unless you’d rather keep the ones you’ve already got.”
Rachel’s expression shifts from amazed to exasperated. “Heather-“
“Don’t bother denying it anymore. I’m not as stupid as you think; Nick wouldn’t invite a random person over, he saw something in you. And after spazzing on me, and seeing what I’ve really been up to, I feel that you owe me some answers.”
I can almost see the gears working in Rachel’s head. She sighs, and asks, “Are you sure you want to know?”
“Yes.”
“You won’t think I’m a freak?”
“I won’t think any differently of you.”
“Fine… About four years ago, on a camping trip with my parents, I went out alone in the middle of the night… I know how bad that sounds, but there aren’t exactly bathrooms in the middle of nowhere. I was on my way back to our camp when something bit my leg, and ran off. It was intense; the pain shot through my whole body, it was like my veins were on fire. I blacked out after a while, and came to in a nearby hospital. I guess my parents had found me at some point. Anyway, during the full moon a month later, I felt that weird pain all over again, for a split second, and then… I started transforming. I actually heard bones snapping and rearranging inside of me, felt the fur coming out of my skin. I didn’t know until right then that I’d become something less than human.”
Now it’s my turn to say, “Holy shit.” In all my life, even the past few weeks, I never thought I’d be able to say that my best friend is a werewolf. I understand why Rachel was so reluctant to tell me the truth now. Or, at least, I think I do. I may not be “normal” (as if such a thing ever existed), but at least I could choose to walk away from being a spellcaster if I ever had a mind to. Rachel has no choice; every full moon, she will transform into a werewolf, whether she wants to or not. I know if I were in her shoes, I would feel more like an animal trapped in a corner than a human with a condition. I want to ask her so many questions, but judging by her expression, now is not the time. So I hug her tightly, and say, “I’m sorry you had to deal with all this on your own for so long.”
“It’s alright. I just didn’t think there was anyone to talk to about it. I was worried you would think I’m nuts.”
“Oh, don’t worry, I always thought you were nuts. But I’ve always got your back, regardless of your mental instability.”
“Gee, thanks.”
I know Rachel can only handle so much hugging, so I pull myself away from her before she complains about wanting back her personal space. “No more secrets?,” I ask her tentatively.
“No more secrets,” she confirms.
“Good.”
Rachel offers me a faint smile, and slips past me into the apartment. I follow her inside, and as the door clicks shut behind me, I realize it feels like a weight has lifted from my chest. I’d been worried what the people in my life would think of me if they knew what I am. I have no plans to tell anyone else, I’m not quite ready yet. But I’m glad that Rachel knows, and that both of us now know that we’re not alone.
Chapter 8
Mere seconds after I walk through the door, Landon comes bounding out of his room, looking like he’s in a rush. He’s shirtless, as usual, but carrying a black tank top in his hand. He waves at me as he walks down the hall. I wave back, and shake my head; I’m unaffected by his insistence on partial nudity, but I do notice that Rachel can’t keep her eyes off of his well-sculpted body. I consider telling her that she’s barking up the wrong tree, but I figure she’ll realize it on her own before long.
Landon sniffs the air once, and smiles. “You know, most people don’t get to see me like this until after a date or two. Consider
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