"So I hear you're looking for a bit of competition," a voice said and Michelle looked up to see a male student who looked pretty buff. She was waiting for Jasmine who had been meeting with some other students after class.
"Yeah, a bit... who are you?" Michelle asked.
"Hank Gentry, I heard a bit about what happened with your sister," Hank said with a shake of his head as he offered a hand. Michelle took it, feeling how strong his grip was. He as certainly stronger than anyone she had ever met. "Are you a..."
"Werehorse," Hank replied. "I'm part of one of the local herds."
"Oh, huh..." Michelle said, looking him over. She had to admit he was pretty good looking, and that frame, he was definitely an athlete. He seemed trustworthy enough, so she had to wonder what he wanted. "Right, you're the more athletic weres, right? How does that work when there's not really any sports?"
"We make our own sports, a few herds compete with one another," Hank said with a smile. "How about you stop by the track in a bit? It's not much of a sport I know, but you can always at least get some running in, maybe a race."
"I'll think about it," Michelle said.
"I'll be there for the next hour or so, it's up to you," Hank said and walked off.
"Well, he has a cute butt," Jasmine said from behind Michelle, nearly making her jump as she turned around to see her twin sister. "Are you going to tap that?"
"He's a werehorse, I'm not ready for that kind of thing yet," Michelle said with a roll of her eyes as she grabbed her backpack. "He invited me to come by the school's track in a bit."
"Well, are you going to go?" Jasmine asked. "It sounds like it could be fun and you'd have a bit of fun at least, get some of it out of your system."
"Maybe," Michelle said as she played with a strand of hair. It would be kind of nice to have a chance to compete, but she also knew they needed to get home soon. So, what was she going to do?