The Werewolf Whisperer

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got me in the chin.  I had a sister growing up so I knew how to be physical with a girl without being rough.  In one quick motion I turned her body around so her back was pressed against me.  I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight in a bear hug.  Not, too hard, but I was definitely in control.
    “Oh, big, bad, Josiah has to prove his manhood.”
    “I don’t need to prove anything.  Don’t forget I’m kind of special.” I loosened my grip.  As I did, Lena paused and then backed into me as if to say, “don’t let go.” That through me off a little bit.  But I definitely liked it.  It was a subtle gesture.  I leaned into her and my grip became a hug.  I rested my head on the top of hers.  She felt nice in my arms.
    We stood there in my kitchen just swaying almost as if we were slow dancing.  Neither one of us said a word.  We were two people, two new vampires, having a moment.  One thing that hasn’t changed since becoming a Mani was my heart and my soul.  I loved the same, maybe even more.  It is like I can see truth in another light.  Lena was my truth.  She was my salvation in the midst of all this madness.
    Lena turned around. “Josiah.” She cupped my face. “What have we gotten ourselves into?”
    “I don’t know.”  I looked at her and stared into her eyes.  I felt her love towards me.  My love for her was overwhelming. Why was I an open book to this woman? “This is hard,” I said. “I’m trying to be strong, but it’s damn hard.”
    Lena turned around and now she was facing me.  She was a foot smaller than me so I crouched a little.  She touched my face with the back of her right hand.  I could feel tears burning my eyes.
    “Sweet, Josiah,” Lena whispered. “How did you of all people get caught up in this?”
    “I’m a little more than just caught up in it.  I’m being consumed by it.” I felt the warmth of Lena’s breath on my neck.  She wrapped her arms around my waste.
    “I’m not upset about Atticai.  I need you to know that.” She looked up at me and tightened her grip around my waist.  I need you to know that I am very grateful that you saved my life.”
    I looked down on this petite, delicate woman.  She had my heart.               “I’m glad you understand, because I would do it all over again.”
    “I know you would.”
    “Lena, can I ask you something?”
    “Of course.”
    “A lot of weird stuff happened last night during my fight.  I knocked the first guy quickly, but the second guy was a beast.  And I was using powers by accident.”
    “What kind of powers?”
    I stepped back and Lena let go of my waist.  I went back into the kitchen to the sink. I grabbed a glass and poured myself a cup of water. “Okay, tonight… during the fight, I was able to move a 400 pound boulder using just my mind.”
    “Are you kidding?”
    “No, I’m not kidding. I was able to move this gigantic rock just using my thoughts.”
    “How did that happen?”
    “I really don’t know. I was getting the crap beat out of me by this gorilla.”
    “You were?” Lena seemed concerned.
    “Obviously, I’m okay. I’m here with you now.”
    “Alright,” Lena hesitated. “Go on.”
    “This 500 pound man was on top of me and I had my face in the dirt.  He was beating on me something fierce and I was running out of options.  I could see a giant white boulder about 20 feet away.  I could also see to the left of me a group of Carni laughing and mocking me.  I remembered just wishing in my heart that somehow that boulder would lift off the ground and fly into the crowd to shut them up.
    “Did it?”
    “Not at first.  I stared at the boulder as a point of focus. That’s something you learn from fighting on the streets. Whenever you’re getting the crap beat out of you, the way you don’t pass out is maintaining a point of focus.
    “Okay, go on.”  Lena did not like this story.
    “I stared at the boulder and then wished in my heart

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