Entering the kitchen, I watched as they began to pull the makings of dinner out of the fridge with an ease and grace that showed it wasn’t their first time working together.
“What are you making?” I asked. It was only small talk, but I didn’t know what else to say. My brain had decided to switch off.
“Usually we’d make a roast on a Sunday, but as you were turning up we didn’t want to waste time slaving over the stove pot when we could be getting to know you,” said Lara.
“We have steak, jacket potato and salad. Does that sound good to you?” Faye asked.
“Lovely,” I said. “Can I have mine well-done?”
They laughed. “You are a Werewolf right?” Lara asked.
“Supposedly,” I said, humiliated as they laughed some more. What was I missing out on?
“Well, in that case you’ll soon love your steak juicy and pink in the middle,” Lara finished.
I looked at them disgusted. I hated ‘juicy’ steak, it was only the pleasant way of saying bloody. Yuck. “You eat yours rare?” I asked, shocked.
“Of course not, we’re not animals. Well, I guess we are, but that’s not what I meant. Wow, I’m complicating this aren’t I?” said Lara. “You know what, never mind, when your appetite changes you’ll see what I mean.”
“Is there anything I can do?” I asked, eager to switch focus.
“Sure, there’s a lot of chopping, slicing and dicing to be done for the salad. Why don’t you take those cucumbers and tomatoes?” said Faye, and pointed to the mound sitting on the counter.
I had to remind myself there were many mouths to feed. There was a lot of salad to prepare.
“You’ll have to let us know what you like to eat so that we can work meals out together,” said Faye.
“I’m pretty easy on most things, I just have to be wary of certain items as they upset my stomach. Wait, does that change now that I’m a Werewolf?” I asked, hopeful.
They both looked at each other, unsure.
“I don’t really know. We’ll have to ask Riley. We haven’t met many humans that have become like us, and when we did it was in passing. You’re our first hybrid!” said Faye as she squeaked excitedly.
“That would be cool though, if your new genetic code affects your diet in that way,” said Lara, reminding me of the appetite change she’d mentioned earlier.
Maybe there was a way. It was certainly a part of my human life I was willing to have had changed.
“How much do you know about being one of us?”
“Not much really. I think Riley’s been trying to take things slow. I didn’t react well the last time he told me something big,” I cringed.
“Care to elaborate?”
“Well, when Riley told me I had to move into the pack I got drunk, and acted like a spoilt brat to prove I was an independent
“What are you making?” I asked. It was only small talk, but I didn’t know what else to say. My brain had decided to switch off.
“Usually we’d make a roast on a Sunday, but as you were turning up we didn’t want to waste time slaving over the stove pot when we could be getting to know you,” said Lara.
“We have steak, jacket potato and salad. Does that sound good to you?” Faye asked.
“Lovely,” I said. “Can I have mine well-done?”
They laughed. “You are a Werewolf right?” Lara asked.
“Supposedly,” I said, humiliated as they laughed some more. What was I missing out on?
“Well, in that case you’ll soon love your steak juicy and pink in the middle,” Lara finished.
I looked at them disgusted. I hated ‘juicy’ steak, it was only the pleasant way of saying bloody. Yuck. “You eat yours rare?” I asked, shocked.
“Of course not, we’re not animals. Well, I guess we are, but that’s not what I meant. Wow, I’m complicating this aren’t I?” said Lara. “You know what, never mind, when your appetite changes you’ll see what I mean.”
“Is there anything I can do?” I asked, eager to switch focus.
“Sure, there’s a lot of chopping, slicing and dicing to be done for the salad. Why don’t you take those cucumbers and tomatoes?” said Faye, and pointed to the mound sitting on the counter.
I had to remind myself there were many mouths to feed. There was a lot of salad to prepare.
“You’ll have to let us know what you like to eat so that we can work meals out together,” said Faye.
“I’m pretty easy on most things, I just have to be wary of certain items as they upset my stomach. Wait, does that change now that I’m a Werewolf?” I asked, hopeful.
They both looked at each other, unsure.
“I don’t really know. We’ll have to ask Riley. We haven’t met many humans that have become like us, and when we did it was in passing. You’re our first hybrid!” said Faye as she squeaked excitedly.
“That would be cool though, if your new genetic code affects your diet in that way,” said Lara, reminding me of the appetite change she’d mentioned earlier.
Maybe there was a way. It was certainly a part of my human life I was willing to have had changed.
“How much do you know about being one of us?”
“Not much really. I think Riley’s been trying to take things slow. I didn’t react well the last time he told me something big,” I cringed.
“Care to elaborate?”
“Well, when Riley told me I had to move into the pack I got drunk, and acted like a spoilt brat to prove I was an independent
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