"I heard that you're a werewolf," I said to her. She immediately stopped walking, turning to stare at me with
a look of very poorly disguised alarm.
"Where in the world did you hear that?" She was trying to play it off like she didn't know what in the world I
was talking about, but she was a bad actress. Admittedly, it didn't hurt that I knew the truth: that she now
WAS a werewolf, even if she hadn't been a minute before.
I shrugged. "Does it really matter? It's okay..your secret's safe with me," I told her, inwardly laughing.
"James, you HAVE to keep that quiet!" she said, her voice urgent. She stopped walking, turning to me and
staring me down with a mix of concern, fear, and a mild tone of threat. "Yes..it's true. I don't know how you
found out, but yes..I'm a werewolf. But I CAN'T afford to have ANYONE finding out."
"How long have you been one, Aunt Cathy?" I asked, slightly amazed that the most ludicrous wish I could have
imagined had come true. I was VERY curious to see how the universe had altered her history to fulfill my wish.
"Let's go back to my place, and I'll tell you everything," she sighed. "I just don't want anyone overhearing.
This isn't the sort of thing I want getting around." I nodded in agreement, and she picked up her pace. We
navigated the streets until we got to her brownstone townhouse and went inside. She locked the door and pulled
the blinds down, clearly somewhat paranoid even in her own home.
"You want a beer, James?" she asked me as she headed to the kitchen. "I know I sure do."
"Yeah, that would be awesome," I told her with a smile. I couldn't help but be more than a little turned on.
Werewolves were kind of my thing. Well..replace 'kind of' with 'very VERY much'. I was constantly on
Deviantart looking at werewolf art, I'd bought photoshop to try my hand at my own werewolf pics, and if a
werewolf movie had female werewolves in it, I'd watch it over and over.
She reemerged with a couple bottles and handed me one. "I've been a werewolf ever since college," she told me.
"I got bitten on a camping trip..I figured it was just an animal, until I was fully healed up a couple of days
later." She took a long drink from her bottle. "I wasn't stupid; I knew what it meant, as insane as it was. I
know that you don't like me, James," she sighed, "but..you have to understand..sometimes being what I
am..causes me to stress out pretty bad, and I take it out on folks."
I couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for her, confusing myself in the process. She was a bitch,
horribly passive aggressive to my mother and just rude to me before my wish. Now that wish was the REASON for
it? Well, either way...I couldn't just leave it at this, could I? I mean, I was practically obligated to keep
going with this, to define her curse more, and well...perhaps have some fun with it. Perhaps I'd be able to
change things up enough that she was at least not hating things.
"So," I began. "I heard that you change more often than just at the full moon."
Her eyes narrowed slightly. "And I say again, where the hell are you hearing all of this?"
I smirked, ignoring her question. "I heard that sometimes you change involuntarily."
She nodded. "Someone saw me, didn't they? Someone you know?" Her face was worried. "Fuck..fuck fuck fuck..I'm
usually so careful to avoid the trigger in public..and not to go out when I'm shifted...fuck fuck fuck..."
"I heard your trigger is..."