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Another commissioned piece from . Thank you so much for making this, Sax. (UPDATE: She has posted the image in her gallery as well. You can find it here, and be sure to Favorite it as well. [link] )

This scene is the final one from Werewolf Tale, the last time Alex confronts Shane and the first time he begins to realize being a werewolf will affect you in ways beyond shifting and having to hunt animals.

Like before, I will provide the snippet for this piece. Once again, this is very long and does contain language, though censored a bit. You have been warned.

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As he made his way into the thicket of birch trees, Alex soon heard what sounded like a rustling of grasses ahead of him. Not footfalls, but a heavy rubbing, abrasive sound, possibly dragging. With his GPS telling him he was looking southwest, Alex got moving, trying not to make as much noise. The dead stillness around him didn’t help matters.

He stopped again a few seconds later to be sure the sound hadn’t died. By this time, it had stopped, making him start to worry. Holding still for a time, he could hear footfalls to his right. A set of four, slowly circling him.

Looking that direction, Alex watched for the cause of the noise. He soon saw what looked like a dark-furred wolf moving between the trees. His pulse, which was already up, rose more. He was right. Whether that was a good or bad thing, he was about to find out.

Taking a step towards Shane, he quickly stopped. What if he asked how he’d found him? If this guy knew he had connections with the police, what would he try and do? Or what if he already knew from watching his neighborhood?

With more sounds of paws against grass, Shane finally came closer to him. He looked a possible 250 pounds, all thick muscle, and his pelt of black and tan fur stood out in the sunlight that broke through the trees. Even on all fours, he was just as huge as Alex recalled from that night months ago.

“I never expected to see you out here.” Shane said in a growly voice.

Alex gave a moment’s pause. “Any reason why you’re a werewolf in broad daylight?”

Shane licked his fangs. “I was hungry, and there was easy prey nearby.”

“Figures.” Alex replied, trying to act like this was casual. “You going to change back?”

“Not right now. Why should I?”

“The police for one.”

Shane scoffed, which sounded like a mix between a growl and a snarl coming from a werewolf. “So?”

“Not good.” Alex thought, letting his eyes wander.

“You get nervous around them?”

“No. I’d rather not see them get hurt for doing their jobs.”

Shane sighed, a gesture which again sounded off coming from a werewolf. “I know your dad is a cop,” Alex felt his heart sink and swore in his head. How long had he known? “but I already told you I’m not interested in turning anyone you know.”

“I’m aware of that…” Alex felt the rest of his sentence freeze in his throat.

“Then, can you let that go?”

“I would,” Alex began. “but I need to ask you something.”

“What is it?”

“What if you were wrong about what Angela did to me?”

“I doubt I was.”

Alex debated whether to mention Nathan specifically for a second. “OK. Then why didn’t you talk to us and tell us what would happen? Or just me?”

“Because that approach works oh so well with every person on the planet.” Shane said, his tone heavy with sarcasm. “You were scared shitless that night. You think me looking like this in front of your whole group would’ve been a good idea?”

Alex scoffed. “That night we ran into each other tells me otherwise.”

“They’re your friends. They’re going to try not to act scared of you. But me?”

Despite recalling the constant barrage of fear scents from his friends that night, Alex diverted the topic. “Regardless, how do I know if that explanation is true or not? I’ve just got your word, and no one else’s, to back it up.”

Shane narrowed his eyes a bit. “I’ve been a werewolf far longer than you have. Does that help?”

“No, it doesn’t. Because for all I know, you’re lying to me.”

Shane growled at that, showing his teeth as well. Alex barely flinched, even though he felt his flesh tighten. “And what would I gain from that?”

The constant defensive responses coming from Shane were starting to get more on Alex’s nerves. He felt like he was arguing with a brick wall. His quivering tongue rubbed a part of his teeth to check for his fangs. None so far.

“I can venture a guess. Maybe making yourself feel better about something you did?”

“Like what?” Shane’s tone was getting deeper.

“Killing Angela for one.”

“I was a bit worried after that,” The response was a welcome one, making Alex feel like he was starting to get his point across. “but not for that reason. And I’ve already told you why.”

“So, you think you didn’t kill her?” Alex could feel his limbs start to shake. “She had gashes all over her and she was bleeding like crazy.”

“What are you trying to prove?” Shane asked. “You sound like you’re grasping at straws.”

Taking a second, Alex gathered his thoughts. Something was up with Shane’s reactions. Was he giving responses that were too easily countered? Or was this guy that convinced that he’d hardly done anything wrong?

“I wouldn’t be if your idea wasn’t so full of holes. Biting me instead of waiting or talking for one.”

“You really think I would risk something like that?”

“It would’ve made a lot more sense.” Alex’s arms were trembling then. His emotions were starting to rush and boil over. “At least there was a chance that I wouldn’t have been a werewolf. But I guess you were thinking, ‘Well, f*** it. I’ll just turn this guy and feed him any old crap. He’ll never know.’ ”

This time, Shane growled loudly and shot up onto his legs; he towered over Alex by a foot or more. Brandishing his claws openly, he closed the gap between the two of them, his rumbling growl not stopping.

Alex felt more than a shirk away from Shane at that moment. He felt his whole leg step back, and then his stomach shrink, pulling him into a slight crouch. He felt a jab in his throat that didn’t come from any physical claws. He couldn’t speak. He felt locked up, only able to behave in ways that involved moving away.

With his fangs exposed and his tongue sticking out between them, Shane broke the growl just long enough to talk. With his maw less than six inches from Alex’s face, he could catch the iron scent of fresh blood on his breath. “You can come up with all the conspiracy theories you want about what I did. They don’t change a damn thing.”

“Of course they don’t. To you!” Alex fired back, trying to look Shane in the eyes. He couldn’t. His body wouldn’t let him.

This time, a snarl sounded as well as a snapping of jaws next to his head. Alex crouched more to get some distance, however minor. That distance was instantly closed again, and he felt Shane’s hot breath against his neck. His pulse rose even more and his eyes watered even more.

Feeling Shane’s gigantic paw press against his ribcage, the claws poking into his skin through his denim jacket, Alex felt trapped. Everything around him faded to the sounds of growling and the smell of blood. Why had he even thought of doing something this stupid?

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Description
Another commissioned piece from . Thank you so much for making this, Sax. (UPDATE: She has posted the image in her gallery as well. You can find it here, and be sure to Favorite it as well. [link] )

This scene is the final one from Werewolf Tale, the last time Alex confronts Shane and the first time he begins to realize being a werewolf will affect you in ways beyond shifting and having to hunt animals.

Like before, I will provide the snippet for this piece. Once again, this is very long and does contain language, though censored a bit. You have been warned.

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As he made his way into the thicket of birch trees, Alex soon heard what sounded like a rustling of grasses ahead of him. Not footfalls, but a heavy rubbing, abrasive sound, possibly dragging. With his GPS telling him he was looking southwest, Alex got moving, trying not to make as much noise. The dead stillness around him didn’t help matters.

He stopped again a few seconds later to be sure the sound hadn’t died. By this time, it had stopped, making him start to worry. Holding still for a time, he could hear footfalls to his right. A set of four, slowly circling him.

Looking that direction, Alex watched for the cause of the noise. He soon saw what looked like a dark-furred wolf moving between the trees. His pulse, which was already up, rose more. He was right. Whether that was a good or bad thing, he was about to find out.

Taking a step towards Shane, he quickly stopped. What if he asked how he’d found him? If this guy knew he had connections with the police, what would he try and do? Or what if he already knew from watching his neighborhood?

With more sounds of paws against grass, Shane finally came closer to him. He looked a possible 250 pounds, all thick muscle, and his pelt of black and tan fur stood out in the sunlight that broke through the trees. Even on all fours, he was just as huge as Alex recalled from that night months ago.

“I never expected to see you out here.” Shane said in a growly voice.

Alex gave a moment’s pause. “Any reason why you’re a werewolf in broad daylight?”

Shane licked his fangs. “I was hungry, and there was easy prey nearby.”

“Figures.” Alex replied, trying to act like this was casual. “You going to change back?”

“Not right now. Why should I?”

“The police for one.”

Shane scoffed, which sounded like a mix between a growl and a snarl coming from a werewolf. “So?”

“Not good.” Alex thought, letting his eyes wander.

“You get nervous around them?”

“No. I’d rather not see them get hurt for doing their jobs.”

Shane sighed, a gesture which again sounded off coming from a werewolf. “I know your dad is a cop,” Alex felt his heart sink and swore in his head. How long had he known? “but I already told you I’m not interested in turning anyone you know.”

“I’m aware of that…” Alex felt the rest of his sentence freeze in his throat.

“Then, can you let that go?”

“I would,” Alex began. “but I need to ask you something.”

“What is it?”

“What if you were wrong about what Angela did to me?”

“I doubt I was.”

Alex debated whether to mention Nathan specifically for a second. “OK. Then why didn’t you talk to us and tell us what would happen? Or just me?”

“Because that approach works oh so well with every person on the planet.” Shane said, his tone heavy with sarcasm. “You were scared shitless that night. You think me looking like this in front of your whole group would’ve been a good idea?”

Alex scoffed. “That night we ran into each other tells me otherwise.”

“They’re your friends. They’re going to try not to act scared of you. But me?”

Despite recalling the constant barrage of fear scents from his friends that night, Alex diverted the topic. “Regardless, how do I know if that explanation is true or not? I’ve just got your word, and no one else’s, to back it up.”

Shane narrowed his eyes a bit. “I’ve been a werewolf far longer than you have. Does that help?”

“No, it doesn’t. Because for all I know, you’re lying to me.”

Shane growled at that, showing his teeth as well. Alex barely flinched, even though he felt his flesh tighten. “And what would I gain from that?”

The constant defensive responses coming from Shane were starting to get more on Alex’s nerves. He felt like he was arguing with a brick wall. His quivering tongue rubbed a part of his teeth to check for his fangs. None so far.

“I can venture a guess. Maybe making yourself feel better about something you did?”

“Like what?” Shane’s tone was getting deeper.

“Killing Angela for one.”

“I was a bit worried after that,” The response was a welcome one, making Alex feel like he was starting to get his point across. “but not for that reason. And I’ve already told you why.”

“So, you think you didn’t kill her?” Alex could feel his limbs start to shake. “She had gashes all over her and she was bleeding like crazy.”

“What are you trying to prove?” Shane asked. “You sound like you’re grasping at straws.”

Taking a second, Alex gathered his thoughts. Something was up with Shane’s reactions. Was he giving responses that were too easily countered? Or was this guy that convinced that he’d hardly done anything wrong?

“I wouldn’t be if your idea wasn’t so full of holes. Biting me instead of waiting or talking for one.”

“You really think I would risk something like that?”

“It would’ve made a lot more sense.” Alex’s arms were trembling then. His emotions were starting to rush and boil over. “At least there was a chance that I wouldn’t have been a werewolf. But I guess you were thinking, ‘Well, f*** it. I’ll just turn this guy and feed him any old crap. He’ll never know.’ ”

This time, Shane growled loudly and shot up onto his legs; he towered over Alex by a foot or more. Brandishing his claws openly, he closed the gap between the two of them, his rumbling growl not stopping.

Alex felt more than a shirk away from Shane at that moment. He felt his whole leg step back, and then his stomach shrink, pulling him into a slight crouch. He felt a jab in his throat that didn’t come from any physical claws. He couldn’t speak. He felt locked up, only able to behave in ways that involved moving away.

With his fangs exposed and his tongue sticking out between them, Shane broke the growl just long enough to talk. With his maw less than six inches from Alex’s face, he could catch the iron scent of fresh blood on his breath. “You can come up with all the conspiracy theories you want about what I did. They don’t change a damn thing.”

“Of course they don’t. To you!” Alex fired back, trying to look Shane in the eyes. He couldn’t. His body wouldn’t let him.

This time, a snarl sounded as well as a snapping of jaws next to his head. Alex crouched more to get some distance, however minor. That distance was instantly closed again, and he felt Shane’s hot breath against his neck. His pulse rose even more and his eyes watered even more.

Feeling Shane’s gigantic paw press against his ribcage, the claws poking into his skin through his denim jacket, Alex felt trapped. Everything around him faded to the sounds of growling and the smell of blood. Why had he even thought of doing something this stupid?

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