Hunters moon

4: Waking to a werewolf

So used to the cold was Quintin, that when it suddenly got too hot he was awake. There was a deep silence, and a difference to what he felt. When Naomi held him, he felt her breath against his neck, her chest against his back, and her slender arm over his chest.

Now though, his chest felt heavy, there was something touching the top of his head, and he felt something touching his ankle. He slowly moved his arm and felt Naomi's, but all he felt was a hairy arm, a cold sweat had him, the deep breaths behind him made it clear, she's a werewolf as well!

Slowly he tried to slip out from under her, but she lifted her arm and growled, making him scream.

"Wha! ooh f**k!" He leapt out the bed and ran for the door but in a flash she was in front of him blocking it.

"SON OF A b***h!!" He screamed, remembered the window, turned and jolted for it, he didn't give a f**k if they were on the second story, this is the leap of faith! God will protect him!

He jumped to the curtains went through the glass, but with an audible 'Pwhang!' hit the burglar bars on the outside of the window, preventing him from going through "Ow f**k!"

"Quintin!" Naomi said in a deep voice.

Stunned he looked at her, she was already in top of him again.

"f**k! Cleopatra! HELP!"

"Be quiet! You're going to wake up everyone in the house!" She said grabbing his shirt and pinning him to the ground, the fact that she manhandled him so easily bewildered him even more "I'm gonna die!!"

"Sssh! I'm not going to hurt you! I'm sorry! I forgot the curtains open I should have closed them!"

"Curtains!? What the f**k does that have to do with anything!?" He wailed, but Naomi placed her paw over his mouth, silencing him.

"I can remain in my human form by avoiding direct moonlight, but now that I'm a wolf, you shouldn't be afraid... please it's inevitable that you would have found out eventually"

He heaved uncontrollably looking up at this huge black beast, the sharp Anubis ears just as Cleopatra's, of course! She must be a sister, or a daughter, or something of Cleopatra.

"Will you stop screaming?" She asked, Quintin didn't know if he could promise that, but he nodded. She took her paw off his face, and let him go, he scurried over to a wall, she backed away to give him some space.

"I..." She wanted to speak but he twitched, her voice were growls forced into words "You don't have to look at me, please go back to sleep, I'll sleep in the bathroom, and promise I wont disturb you" Naomi said and entered the bathroom.

Quintin watched where she disappeared, then looked at the door, 'f**k this s**t' he thought, he was looking for an opportunity to escape, and this was it! He got up quickly but winced when he saw the cut in his arm he got from the window dive, wrapped the wound in his shirt then tiptoed to the door, quietly opened it, then stepped out.

"Excuse me?" Another voice asked and he shrieked, he saw another woman, same color scheme as Cleopatra and Naomi, this freaked him out even more, he turned and bolted into the other direction

"Wait!" She called.

"f**k that!" He desperately yelled, rapidly tapping the lift button.

"Where are you going!?" She called after him, Quintin saw she never came after him, she still stood where he found her. When the lift opened he darted in.

Naomi heard the shriek Quintin gave and looked into the room, he wasn't there, she went to the door and looked out, there she found Jessa, one of the other maids, she looked at Naomi strangely.

"What were you doing in there with him?" She smiled.

"Oh shush, which way did he go?"

"He took the lift down"

"Oh come on!" Naomi ran as fast as she could through a door that led to a staircase.

When the lift opened Quintin headed for the front door, at least he knew the way there, he grabbed a silver knife from the display cabinet as insurance and continued, but the doors where locked when he tried to open them, he panicked.

"Quintin!?" That growling voice again, desperately he looked around then ducked in under a couch. Naomi came into the room, his scent was strong here, and that particular scent of blood had her mouth watering.

"Quintin... you can come out, I know you're in here"

He even held his breath as much as he could.

"That wound on you, it's a clear give away, you did well to wrap it up so it didn't drip a trail of blood, but that's not enough, there's no escaping me as long as the smell of blood clings to you"

She pinpointed him.

"You're under the couch"

He quickly scurried out from underneath it, then held the knife defensively to her "Don't come closer, it's silver! And I will shank you!"

She laughed "Actually, it's stainless steel"

"Oh f**k!"

"You really expect to find silver in the house of a werewolf?"

Her eyes fixed on him, her claws spread wide, but then Cleopatra came into the room.

"Oh, you exposed yourself to him already?" She asked Naomi.

"I'm sorry Miss, I didn't close the curtains"

"That's a shame, Quintin, I'm sorry, I wanted to at least fatten you up a bit" Cleopatra said with an eerie smile on her face.

"Wha... What the f**k do you mean by that!?" He yelled feeling a shrill up his spine.

"You see, it's a little complicated, feeding a pack of this size" As Cleopatra spoke more women came out from every direction in the house, at least twenty of them, one even being the woman he saw outside his room.

"Your pack?"

"Yes, I am a wolf after all"

Quintin could kick himself, why would he ever trust a werewolf!? Hunter project? Courtesy plan!? It was all bullshit!

"I... Don't think you want to eat me" Quintin murmured.

"Oh don't worry, at least you'll serve as a good appetizer" Naomi said licking her lips while approaching him.

"No, I, I think I crapped myself" He said not being sure himself, he was frozen stiff of fear. Naomi's eyes widened, then she burst out with laughter, as did everyone in the room.

"It's not funny!" He yelled at them.

"Quintin, were joking" Cleopatra said.

"Wh, what?"

"I told you, we don't eat humans, and that's one of the good reasons we don't, you tend to soil your selves at the sight of us"

"Well that's reassuring, I'll remember to carry some laxative with me, so I can safely bury myself in f*****g crap!"

The women in the room's laughter escalated into a full on tear eyed bawl.

"Just go back to bed Quintin, it's not even midnight yet" Cleopatra said as the women also left back to their rooms, still giggling.

"You think I can sleep now? After this?"

Naomi came closer to him "Don't worry you're just dreaming" She said.

"No I'm no.." Swiftly Naomi struck him behind his head, knocking him out, before he fell she lifted him under her arm.

"You'll handle it from here right?" Cleopatra said yawning.

"Yes"