is
already a werewolf or by involuntarily
drinking their blood, or by being cursed by a witch or sorcerer."
Joe paused for a moment in deep
thought.
"So, let's say someone is bitten and gets infected with this virus. How do they cure themselves?"
"You mean for those who have become lycanthropes involuntarily, I assume?
There are some who believe that if you
sever the lineage at its source, the
original shape-shifter that spawned that particular line, then you wil release al those wolves he created from the curse. That original werewolf would be the one who acquired his abilities voluntarily. He may stil don a wolf's skin when he hunts and he'd probably be envious of his
offspring who manage the transformation without any trinkets or rituals. But most agree that the only surefire way is a
silver bul et through the heart, severing of the head, or burning them alive."
Joe shuddered and fel silent. If what he suspected was correct then the man
who'd abducted him over a decade ago,
stabbed, mutilated, and nearly kil ed him, was the werewolf he needed to kil in
order to be free. Joe stared at the
professor in shock, not hearing another word the man said.
He was thinking about confronting
Damon Trent again.
Chapter Thirteen
Joe went to his art class and was
surprised to see the model from the
afternoon before waiting for him at the door.
"Here! I wanted to pay you for that painting."
She stepped forward and thrust a check
into his hands for one hundred dol ars.
"You don't have to do that. I can't take this."
"Are you saying you don't need it? You mean you aren't a starving student like the rest of us? What's your secret?"
"No, I'm not saying I don't need it. I definitely need it. I'm starving more than you could ever imagine."
"Then take the money."
Joe slipped the check into his pocket.
"You can use it to take me out to dinner if you'd like."
"Uh ... I'm kind of involved with someone at the moment."
"In love?"
"Maybe. I'm not sure."
"But you don't cheat on her?"
"She satisfies me."
"Wel , that's good then. Keep the check, though.
And if you ever need ... more, then you give me a cal , okay?"
"But I don't know your number."
"It's on the check."
Joe pul ed out the check and saw that it did indeed have her name, address, and
phone number printed on it. The model
winked at him then walked into the art
studio and dropped her robe. She
smiled as Joe stumbled into the room,
staring at her in that desperate way he had about him.
You're going to be mine, big boy, she
thought.
Joe sat down and immediately attacked
the canvas. In minutes he had run out of red paint. His canvas looked like a
massacre.
The model wasn't his type but something about her set him afire. She was such a wil ing victim, like Frank but a female. There was no way he could have sex
with her, though. Not after what had
happened with Alicia. He was afraid of
what he'd do to her. Besides, it would
have felt like cheating.
"I need more paint."
The teacher walked over and stared at
his gruesome canvas. She gasped
audibly.
"I ran out of red."
"Uh ... yes ... I'l go get you some more." She scurried away from Joe, nearly
tripping over the easel in back of him. Joe could smel her pheromones and
those of the model comingling in the air. It was like having a menage a trois
through his nostrils. The model's nipples were erect and pointing right at him. Her eyes zeroed in on the bulge in his crotch. She licked her lips when she saw him
looking at her. Joe turned away.
"Don't tempt me," he growled under his breath.
The teacher came back with the red
paint and Joe once again took his
frustrations out on the canvas. It was
bloodied and bruised when he final y left the room for his next class. He left it sitting on the easel and felt some pride when he saw the model and the teacher
staring at it and whispering.
Let them fuck each other. It's a -bel of a lot safer than what I'd do to them, Joe thought as he hurried
already a werewolf or by involuntarily
drinking their blood, or by being cursed by a witch or sorcerer."
Joe paused for a moment in deep
thought.
"So, let's say someone is bitten and gets infected with this virus. How do they cure themselves?"
"You mean for those who have become lycanthropes involuntarily, I assume?
There are some who believe that if you
sever the lineage at its source, the
original shape-shifter that spawned that particular line, then you wil release al those wolves he created from the curse. That original werewolf would be the one who acquired his abilities voluntarily. He may stil don a wolf's skin when he hunts and he'd probably be envious of his
offspring who manage the transformation without any trinkets or rituals. But most agree that the only surefire way is a
silver bul et through the heart, severing of the head, or burning them alive."
Joe shuddered and fel silent. If what he suspected was correct then the man
who'd abducted him over a decade ago,
stabbed, mutilated, and nearly kil ed him, was the werewolf he needed to kil in
order to be free. Joe stared at the
professor in shock, not hearing another word the man said.
He was thinking about confronting
Damon Trent again.
Chapter Thirteen
Joe went to his art class and was
surprised to see the model from the
afternoon before waiting for him at the door.
"Here! I wanted to pay you for that painting."
She stepped forward and thrust a check
into his hands for one hundred dol ars.
"You don't have to do that. I can't take this."
"Are you saying you don't need it? You mean you aren't a starving student like the rest of us? What's your secret?"
"No, I'm not saying I don't need it. I definitely need it. I'm starving more than you could ever imagine."
"Then take the money."
Joe slipped the check into his pocket.
"You can use it to take me out to dinner if you'd like."
"Uh ... I'm kind of involved with someone at the moment."
"In love?"
"Maybe. I'm not sure."
"But you don't cheat on her?"
"She satisfies me."
"Wel , that's good then. Keep the check, though.
And if you ever need ... more, then you give me a cal , okay?"
"But I don't know your number."
"It's on the check."
Joe pul ed out the check and saw that it did indeed have her name, address, and
phone number printed on it. The model
winked at him then walked into the art
studio and dropped her robe. She
smiled as Joe stumbled into the room,
staring at her in that desperate way he had about him.
You're going to be mine, big boy, she
thought.
Joe sat down and immediately attacked
the canvas. In minutes he had run out of red paint. His canvas looked like a
massacre.
The model wasn't his type but something about her set him afire. She was such a wil ing victim, like Frank but a female. There was no way he could have sex
with her, though. Not after what had
happened with Alicia. He was afraid of
what he'd do to her. Besides, it would
have felt like cheating.
"I need more paint."
The teacher walked over and stared at
his gruesome canvas. She gasped
audibly.
"I ran out of red."
"Uh ... yes ... I'l go get you some more." She scurried away from Joe, nearly
tripping over the easel in back of him. Joe could smel her pheromones and
those of the model comingling in the air. It was like having a menage a trois
through his nostrils. The model's nipples were erect and pointing right at him. Her eyes zeroed in on the bulge in his crotch. She licked her lips when she saw him
looking at her. Joe turned away.
"Don't tempt me," he growled under his breath.
The teacher came back with the red
paint and Joe once again took his
frustrations out on the canvas. It was
bloodied and bruised when he final y left the room for his next class. He left it sitting on the easel and felt some pride when he saw the model and the teacher
staring at it and whispering.
Let them fuck each other. It's a -bel of a lot safer than what I'd do to them, Joe thought as he hurried
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