The October Music: Fourth Verse - Day 8

Me and Mr. Wolf

            As soon as I stepped in the club, I knew I drew attention. It was on purpose. I wore the skimpiest red dress I had and made sure my hair was wild and free. I made my way to the bar and felt all the eyes on me as I stood and ordered my usual gin and tonic. For a few minutes, I chatted with the bartender and waited for the brave and stupid to work up the nerve to chat me up. Finally, I felt a presence at my right elbow.

        He used some line, something stupid about the dress and his floor, but I looked at him with amusement all the same. He looked about as I expected because they always do. Tall but not too tall. Skinny but not too skinny. Button-down grey shirt and khakis. Glasses only for the look and a scruffy beard. A standard entitled wolf trying to break out from the pack. He’d do. I flirted back and I think it caught him off-guard, but to his credit, he recovered and continued. He bought me another couple drinks and I played the part, becoming looser and gigglier as the drinks were supposed to reduce my inhibitions. I will give him this: at no point did he try to drug me. I can respect that at least.

            Finally, he made his move and asked if I wanted to get out of here. The implication was clumsy and obvious, but I doubt he was capable of more. I told him that we could go to my place and his eyes lit up like signal fires in a forest. He asked if he could drive me there, but I said that it was a nice night and I’d like to walk. I also warned him that I lived with my grandmother and didn’t want to wake her. I always liked to give them the one last out. Instead, he promised we would be quiet and that was that. I agreed and took his hand and we left the club.

            Outside, the night was cloudy and cool, but pleasant enough. We walked hand-in-hand and I could feel his nervous energy. He hadn’t expected to get this far. It was almost cute, but then he asked if I wanted to start the party early in a nearby alleyway. Disappointment flooded my veins but I didn’t show it on my face. Instead, I nodded and we snuck into the alley. As soon as we got there, he was all over me with hands and kisses and aggression. Had I been normal, it would have been frightening.

As it stood, though, I simply looked up at the sky and waited for the cloud cover to break. Soon enough, it did and the beams from the full moon illuminated the alley. The change was immediate. The fur and claws and teeth burst from me in a glorious, intense instant and I attacked. He didn’t have time to scream.

            A wolf, indeed.