There was no question about it: Brody was a threat. If he talked about what went on in the boy's bathroom, Sam's social life would be as fucked over as Jennifer's.
Maybe he's not the sort who'd tattle-tale, thought Sam. He seems like a nice guy. But I can't take that chance. Besides, I'm no fag. I mean, I may have really enjoyed what he did to me but...Ah hell! Just kill him! You love Jennifer, remember?
Sam decided to call up the little bastard, invite him over, wolf-out and devour him. He was about to pick up the phone when footsteps came out the doorway.
Thinking his father had come home early from work, he ran behind a closet to cover his near-nakedness. The footsteps came closer and he peeked out of the crack in the closet door to see Jennifer and Kyle. They were busy making sure nobody else was home. Sam dived behind a fur coat just as the closet door quickly opened. Kyle's head peeked in, saw nothing but coats, and peeked out. "He's not here," he pouted.
"Goddamn him!" said Jennifer. "We're suspended for weeks, were nearly arrested for indecent exposure, and our social lives are ruined!"
"He's got to pay" snarled Kyle. "We've got him outnumbered. It's two werewolves against one. I know he's your brother Jen, but anyone who could hurt us like that has to be stopped. Do you agree?"
Jennifer's voice was hard.
"Yes. It's time we showed him what a dog he REALLY is. I don't need a brother anymore."
"That's right Jen. All you need"--he took a hold of her hand--"is me."
Sam heard their lips meet and decided he'd had enough. He waited until they moved into the other room, and then stole out of the closet. He grabbed his cell phone, a scarp of paper with Brody's number on it, and was half-way through the door before realizing his clothes were in tatters, and he was practically naked.
He snuck upstairs and donned an old tank-top, jeans and flip-flops, and quietly moved down the hallway. While passing the master-bedroom he could hear Jen and Kyle bodies engaging in foreplay. The slap of their bare skins against each other, began making him horny.
He snapped out of his trance upon seeing hairs sprout on his hands and feet, and stealthily crept downstairs. He was half-way out the door when he realized "The tape! I forgot the tape!" He raced in, removed the tape from the answering machine, and went out the door, closing it silently behind him.
He ran down the street, his mind racing with his feet.
So, that bitch decided to betray me again. And with KYLE of all people. That scrawny beta male. Well, I NEVER go back to being a dog. I'll kill them first if I have to. I'll get that bitch if I have to create a dozen werewolves. Compared to rutting with that rutting bitch there's nothing wrong with having a thing for a guy.
And with that in mind he dialed Brody's number.
He'll pick up the phone and brush the hair out his eyes they way he always does, thought Sam. "Pick up the phone you creep," he hissed, fidgeting with anticipation. "Hello?" said a voice that Sam for some reason felt reassured to hear.