"Curse of the Wolf"
Rating: G Summary: Michael, born with the "Curse of the Wolf", gets stuck outside in a forest on a night that happens to be a full moon. It's cold, dark, and rainy; and there was no way that he could seek help. However, an accepting man named Geoff finds him and decides to give him hospitality. Word Count: 1157 Excerpt: It was cold. Wet. It had been raining all night, and it hadn't let up yet. The outside was dark, and in the distance, the sun could barely be seen setting. A full moon appeared out on the opposite side of the sun, shining brightly. Anyone who was caught out in this mess was bound to be in some deep trouble. “H-Holy fuck...” Michael whispered, his teeth clattering. Prompt:
It was cold. Wet. It had been raining all night, and it hadn't let up yet.
The outside was dark, and in the distance, the sun could barely be seen setting. A full moon appeared out on the opposite side of the sun, shining brightly.
Anyone who was caught out in this mess was bound to be in some deep trouble.
“H-Holy fuck...” Michael whispered, his teeth clattering. His muscles attempted to keep him warm through the chattering of his teeth, but it wouldn't work. Even his fur wasn't enough to keep any body heat, and now the cold of the night and the freezing rain threatened to freeze him. Even though they were in Texas, Texas had the random times where cold weather would sneak its way in.
Michael thought that he would never be stuck in this situation, and now he had no where to go. How could he go anywhere looking like that? He smelled like a wet dog, and his fur was so matted down that it felt nasty to touch. Anyone could see that he wasn't a creature to be messed with, and it just so happened to be a full moon that unfortunate night.
“Fuck!” Michael growled, his entire body shaking to create warmth, now. He didn't know what to do. He was lost since it was difficult to see through the heavy rain, and there was no way he could navigate with his entire body so cold. It was barely manageable trying to keep himself warm.
There was no way that anybody would be out here during this time of the night and this weather. Texans usually never left their house when it was called for particularly bad weather such as this. Hell, Michael didn't even know why he went out that night. He had completely forgotten that the moon would be full, so he had no choice but run to the nearest forest to get out of sight from the public.
Michael Jones, the man with the Curse of the Wolf, was stuck in some deep shit.
He kept walking as fast as he could, his long nose scrunched up and sniffing the air. He would be stuck in the forest until dawn, and that wasn't for at least another twelve hours or so. He was already hungry, seeing as he was on his way to a restaurant for dinner in the first place.
“Where the fuck am I?” He asked himself, and he continued to shiver. He wanted to get out. Now.
And, after a few minutes of walking, his wish was answered.
Michael froze when he heard the sound of rustling leaves and the crunching of dirt. He pursed his lips and held back the urge to growl at the person coming towards him. If someone saw him now, he would be done for. It's not often that you see a half human, half wolf walking around a forest in the cold. Besides, who was outside in the cold anyway? He had the assumption that nobody would show up.
Michael turned around on his heel and was ready to sprint away when he heard a voice call out, “Wait!”
Michael froze. He clenched his teeth together and turned around, looking to see who it was. He had been holding a flashlight (and, somehow, Michael never even saw it in the first place), and it was shining directly at Michael. He flinched at the bright light and covered his eyes with his hairy arm, only to see no reaction on the other man's face.
“What are you doing out here in the rain? It's cold as dicks, dude.” The man frowned, and he held out his arm. “You'll get sick, or something.”
“...Do you even know what you're talking to?” Michael asked as he stood up straight, now. “Do you even know what I am? What do I look like to you?”
“A werewolf, no doubt.” He shrugged. “What about it?”
“That doesn't scare you? It doesn't freak you the fuck out? You don't want to run away?”
“Nah,” The other man shrugged and chuckled. “I've seen worse things. Trust me.”
Michael didn't believe it, but he let it be. He was still very unsure, so he didn't dare move any closer.
“The name's Geoff Ramsey.” Geoff had a smirk on his face, but he didn't appear to have any ill intention. “You can come home with me, if you want. The family wouldn't mind.”
“What kind of family do you fucking live with?” Michael didn't know any kind of family that was accepting of werewolves other than his own. Werewolves were thought of as an extremely dangerous species, and anyone who was found out to be a werewolf (or even part werewolf) were often sentenced to death. It was dangerous for Michael to be around any where, and he had to keep his secret limited within his contacts. He would even call off of work on full moon days because of how particularly dangerous it would be roaming around, but he didn't have to work today so that didn't really cause too much trouble.
“I dunno, a cool family.” Geoff replied and he giggled slightly. “Let's go. I'll feed you something to eat and you can sleep in my house for the night, if you want to.”
Michael hesitated before smiling, and he walked up to Geoff. “My car is just around the corner at the bottom of this trail, down here. If you can hold off for at least two minutes more in the cold, we'll be in sweet warmth in no time.”
Michael nodded, giving no reply. Instead, he followed Geoff down the trail and they kept quiet.
Once they reached the car, Michael hopped in on the passenger's side.
“You don't know how fucking relieved I am to see you out here, Geoff.” Michael commented as he pulled his seat belt on. “You're like, one of the first people I've ever met who's actually okay with werewolves.”
“They're cool as fuck, man.” Geoff started his car. “I always found them to be pretty interesting. I dunno, most of them appear to be pretty nice so I don't know what everyone's afraid about.” Geoff pursed his lips and he pulled out of the trail, onto the road. “Honestly, I wouldn't mind being a werewolf.”
“Uh, I'm pretty sure you would.”
“Nah.” Geoff shook his head. “Sure, it's rough out there, but hey; I've always been interested in them since I was just a bit younger than I am now, and I don't think I would ever get bored of them.”
Michael bit his lip, his sharp nails digging into the car seat—Michael didn't even notice. He didn't know what was wrong with him.
“Whatever you say, man.”