Capítulo 83: Lycanthrope
The rain engulfs me as I stare straight into the wolfs eyes, well Alexander's eyes really. At this point I don't really care about being cold or wet, I'm trying to wrap my head around my boyfriend being a werewolf. How does this happen? Is this even humanly possible?
I slowly reached my hand up to his face, the wet fur passes through my fingers he leans in to my touch, "Wow, amazing." I whisper quietly.
"Can you kind of back up, I can't move." I tell him. He backs up so I can lift myself up. He just stares at me while I readjust myself, walking up to him slowly I place my hand on his head. While doing that I take in his werewolf body. He's about 1 inch taller than me, in the movies wolves are always smaller, but he's huge. His midnight fur is matted to his body due to the rain and his eyes hang low.
"Alexander." I say his name gently. His eyes connect with mine, a gasp escapes my lips. "Would you mind like turning back into a human, I want to go inside." I point towards my house. He backs up from me, his paws turn into hands and feet while his snout turns into a human nose. Back in front of me is Alexander, let me specify a naked Alexander. I quickly shield my eyes for his... Participle.
"You ok?" He asked in a worried tone.
"No, I'm fine, wait no I'm not fine but I am coping. Come inside so I can get you some dried clothes." Not even waiting for him to follow me I rush into the house.
Location: Quinneth's Kitchen
"Ok, so I only could find a pair of my grandpa's old cargo pants and my dad's old quarry shirt. This fine." I keep my eyes close as I feel my way into the kitchen.
"Quinn I'm over here." I turn my body to the sound of his voice. I feel the clothes leave my hands and his feet patter out of the kitchen. Slowly, I open my eyes to make sure he's really gone, he is.
"So. You're a lycanthrope." I can hear him shifting around in the living room. I have so many questions to ask him, probably all won't be answered within the day.
"Well, that is the correct terminology, but we prefer to go by werewolf." I give myself a mental check, don't call him a lycanthrope instead go for werewolf.
"Werewolf, exactly." He comes into the kitchen, I let out a giggle. The cargo pants fit perfectly, but the shirt is stuck to his body. "I thought I got your shirt size down; you want me to go look for another shirt?" He shakes his head at me.
"No, it's like a second skin." He lets out a small squeak while trying to get comfortable. "By the look on your face I can tell you have.... questions."
"I do actually, um how is this possible?"
"Just in my genes I guess."
"I can't believe my boyfriends a werewolf, this is shocking but also kind of exciting." I say biting my nails.
"It's exciting for me too." He lets out a chuckle.
"It must be painful, shifting into a wolf all the time." On vampire diaries it looked painful for Tyler.
"When you first shift it hurts like hell, but as you do more and more it's painless." I just nod my head.
"You know if you don't want to deal with this or me I under-." I immediately cut him off.
"Why wouldn't I be ok with this?"
"There's a lot of territory that goes along with me being a werewolf, you know that right? Also, I'm sorry that I didn't tell you earlier, you deserved to know sooner."
"Look you don't have to apologize. I understand why you didn't tell me that you were a werewolf Alexander. This is a big secret, hell I wouldn't tell you if I was one." I let out a snicker. He slowly walks up to me.
"Quinneth Margarete Worthingshire are you a werewolf?" I roll my eyes at him. "I mean it would make sense look at all this hair." His fingers run through my thick curls, god his hands feel good on my scalp. "Is this fur?" I swat his hands away.
"Shut up!"
"Now you know you can't tell anyone what I am, right?"
"I won't." I reassure him.
"Not even Lyra Quinn." I let out a deep sigh.
"Scout's honor." I hold up my fingers.
In the kitchen I hear a car door shut outside the house, my eyes widen. "Oh my god that's my grandpa."
"What's he doing here?"
"Umm he lives here. I forgot he was at the grocery store; thought he would be there longer, usually he is." Panic starts to set in, if he sees Alexander were both dead.
"I'll just go up to your room." He starts to walk to the stairs.
NO!" He stops in his tracks. "It's too late for that you'll have to hide in the broom closet."
"Why the broom closet? I don't want to hide in the closet." He says pouting.
"Do you want a dead girlfriend?" I asked lifting my brow. He lets out a groan and gets inside the closet.
"Make sure you stay extra quiet."
"Got it." He whispers. Shutting the closet door, I head on in the kitchen trying to act normal.
Leaning up against the counter I hear the front door shut. "Hey Quinneth." He sits the grocery bags on the counter. "Wait, shouldn't you be in school?"
"Yeah, uh there was gas leak at school." As he puts up the groceries, I see Alexander's wet clothes on the counter. God, I thought I put everything up. As he bends down to put up the cleaning supplies, I throw these clothes behind the couch.
"You alright?" He asked me looking at me with a weird expression.
"I'm fine, just making sure everything is in order."
"So, besides the gas leak how was your day?" He asked.
"Decent, did some math work and took a test."
"You pass?"
"92." I say proudly. He gives me a pat on the back.
"Good job honey I'm pr-." He stops mid-sentence, something drops on the broom closet. Damn it I told him to be quiet.
"What was that?" He looks around.
"Nothing." Panic yet again set's in. "You sure you're not hearing things?"
"Are you calling me crazy?" His scrunches his face up at me.
"No, I'm not calling you crazy, it's just your aging." I reassure him. He just gives me the 'shut-the-hell-up' look.
We hear some more movement in the closet, can his dude stay still.
"Ok I heard something. It's coming from the broom closet." He starts to walk over to it.
"I thought I heard it come from upstairs, let's go check upstairs shall we." I eagerly pull at his arm.
"Quinn let go of me." He tries to release his arm from my grip, before I'm able to stop him out stumbles Alexander along with the broom and mop. My grandpa's mouth hangs open as his eyes dart to me.
"Well, this is unexpected, never seen this guy in my life." I say awkwardly. They both look at me, knowing that I'm lying.
" You got me I'm lying. Alexander meets my grandpa, grandpa meet Alexander... my boyfriend."
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