"What did you want?" Sam asked quietly.
"Sam..I want to be like you. You..you're magnificent," Brody's replied, his voice sounding full of awe and admiration.
"Look..meet me at the park by down the road from the high school at around nine. We'll talk there," Sam replied.
"Sounds good to me," replied Brody. Sam could tell he was smiling, simply by the cheery tone his voice had acquired.
Sam hung up the phone, not bothering to say goodbye. He felt horribly conflicted. Part of him still felt he should kill Brody. He could find other people to change into werewolves, hell, he could have a selection of women, practically anyone he wanted. All he had to do was use the transform or dare curse, and he'd have his new she-wolf. Nature would take care of the rest.
But simply the thought of Brody sucking him off again turned him on immensely. He knew it wasn't love. Sam knew it was simply lust, and the boy knew how to suck a dick! Should Brody really be punished for that?
Sam hastily scribbled a note for his parents that simply said,"Went out, back later tonight. Put dinner in the fridge for me, love-Sam." Placing the note on the kitchen table, Sam headed out, not wanting to be around his traitorous sister and Kyle any more than necessary.