I saw by the caller ID that it was Arnold. Immediately, my mind was flooded with memories of the night before, of him changing, of his cock changing. Christ, I swear I'm not gay.
"Hey, how you feelin', man?" I asked as I answered the phone, trying to sound casual.
"Fuckin' awesome!" he replied, sounding quite pleased. "Dude...you GOTTA feel this!"
"Well...uh...what's it like?" I asked, trying very hard NOT to think of "feeling" Arnold.
"It's like so many things, man. At first, it kinda hurts, because you're fighting it, fighting the change. But then it just gets overwhelming. It turns into an orgasm, a full body orgasm, dude. Everywhere the moonlight touches is just fucking exploding with this wild tingly sensation! Your senses are on fucking overload...and you just feel fucking superior to everything else," he rambled. Then he added, "And you're connected."
"Uh, connected?" I asked him, confused.
"Yeah, connected. You're connected to everything around you, the animals, the humans, the other werewolves. You sense so much shit, it's unreal. All the howls, of dogs and the werewolves, you UNDERSTAND what the fuck they're saying! You can smell where the prey is, where it's been, and you can sense where it's going. Dude, you're gonna love this!"
"I'm going to love this???" I asked, slightly alarmed.
"Yeah, man. Tonight, I'm gonna bite you. Don't worry, it really doesn't hurt. It's something in the saliva, kinda numbs the pain right away. It only hurts for a second," Arnold said.
"Dude..I don't know if I'm ready for all that, now." I told him.
"Trust me, don't be a fucking pussy, man," Arnold scolded me, annoyed. "I won't kill you, I got more control than all that. Fuck, I already gifted three people last night."
"You WHAT?" I asked, stunned.
"Gifted...you know, bit them," he said, matter of factly.
"Did you know them?" I asked, both curious and a bit frightened. Arnold was spreading this 'gift' rather quickly. I couldn't help but wonder about any other werewolves in the area, and if they were quite as prolific.
"Oh yeah...it wasn't really random. I kept a small bit of my human side when I wolfed out. Just Mom, Dad, and Kyra," he said, sounding satisfied. Kyra was Arnold's younger sister. She'd just turned sixteen. I couldn't help but feel offended at the last choice he'd made. Kyra had held an innocent charm about herself, and fostered a certain protective instinct inside of me, where it concerned her. Arnold had always bullied her, and usually I had to stop it by jumping in and saying things like, 'She's just a kid, leave her alone.' As a result, she'd developed a bit of a crush on me. For the past couple of years, I'd simply found it 'cute'. But in the past year, she'd started to blossom a bit more, and I had to admit, I was a bit attracted to her as well.
"Dude...you bit Kyra??" I asked, trying to stay calm. I didn't know how he'd react, and I wasn't sure what he might do, now that he was a werewolf.
"Yeah, what's the problem?" Arnold asked, sounding rather gruff.
"N-nothin," I glumly responded. "Look, I gotta run, man. I...got stuff to do."(Yeah..like figure out how to avoid getting bitten by my friend.)
"No problem , pal. I'll see you at about eight. You and me got a date with the moonlight," he said, sounding both cheerful and slightly threatening. I hung up the phone, just sitting there, trying to figure out my next move.