“Hey, puppy? You asleep?” Oliver started to move. No, this was not the stirring of someone waking. Something was going on under Olivers skin. His bones started to shift. His features beginning to melt away. His black olive hair spread down and across his entire body. Jack watched with horror as Oliver in a matter of seconds transformed into a dog. The black dog from the other night. No, not a dog. A wolf.
Jack held his breath and looked up at the moon. It was about full, just like last night. Of course, he had thought of the idea of Oliver being the dog, but not seriously. The wolf was still asleep, though what it was asleep on was Jack.
Very carefully and slowly, breathing as gently as he could, Jack lifted the beast up, just enough to slip out from under it. Oliver was just as light as a wolf as he had been as a human. Though as a human he was small, but for a wolf he was slightly large.
Jack tip towed over to the shed. The padlock was shut on the open door, preventing it from shutting all the way. Damn, where was the key? He checked all his pockets. Had he given them to Oliver? The wolf still wore Oliver's cloths, which just seemed silly. He looked inside the shed for something of use.
There was a length of chain and several more padlocks with keys attached. Jack did his best to pick up the metal chain as quietly as possible and secure one end of it to a sturdy steel bar, stuck to the shed. Then he very carefully put the chain around the wolf's neck. The wolf began to wake. The chain was pulled tight and... click... locked in place.
The wolfs green eyes opened and angry sharp fangs chomped at him. Jack leaped back and scrambled inside as wolf Oliver lunged and choked against the chain.
“A werewolf! An actual fucking werewolf!” he said, trying to calm down. By the way Oliver had been acting, he probably didn't know that he was a werewolf himself, but his parents did. Locked up every night in a room with no window. Sleep walking naked. It was obvious once you factored in that werewolves actually existed.
The wolf growled fiercely outside. Jack had grown up with a dog of his own. His parents would only allow him to own one if he trained it himself. A type of practice of responsibility. He looked at the creature threw the netting of the outer door to the yard. It still pulled at the chain, but it had managed to climb or at least rip its way out of the human cloths.
Jack sighed. If a dog misbehaved, you didn't just lock it up and wish the problem away. You trained it until you turned it into mans best friend. He went into the fridge and found the left overs from his dinner. Fish. The wolf pricked up its ears when Jack brought it out. There was still growling, but it was lower now.
“You still in there Oliver?” he asked. It was a bit to much to hope for an answer. “You want this then?” He held up a piece of fish. The wolf looked at it, tongue lolling hungrily. “Sit,” he commanded. The wolf just tilted its head to one side.