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Another commission piece, this time from . Check out her page and her work. She's got a lot of great stuff.

My thanks go to her for making this; my jaw dropped when I saw it colored, and I'm still grinning.

Since this contains the main five characters in Werewolf Tale, from right to left...

Alexander Stryker
Nathaniel Travers
Catherine Wilson
Marcus Astor
and Shane Bryant (The 'villain' must have a last name. Tis a must.)

This scene is from a chapter far ahead of the last one I've posted. However, I will post below the segment related to the shot for your reading pleasure.

This is a long segment, and it does contain come language. You have been warned.

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As the conversation ended, their orders hadn’t arrived. Taking a few more chips and a drink of soda, Alex could smell what he was certain was garlic in the air. “Won’t be long now.”

His side order and Nathan’ came not long after, along with Marcus’ refill of his soda. The cooked garlic was powerful under his nose, making him want the steak even more. Offering Catherine some of it since she was the only one who had yet to eat much, she instead chose to wait for her meal. “Thanks anyway. Looks good.”

Alex nodded, and then directed his attention back to eating. Despite the nasal punch of the garlic, the bread was firm yet chewy. Until their entrees came out to the table, the restaurant began to fill with more groups of people. A few families and what seemed like a manager business dinner. A few individuals came as well; despite being around his age, neither of them had black and bleached hair. Much to his relief.

As he sliced off the first part of his steak, the pinkish inside and seasonings enticing both his eyes and nose, Alex heard Nathan speak. Albeit in a hushed tone. “And the werewolf buys a steak for dinner. Typical.”

Alex smirked at that. “At least it’s not raw.” Taking a bite, he sat chewing it for a minute to take in the flavor.

“Since we’ve all got our food,” Catherine reached for a wrapped object and a card, handing it to Marcus afterward. It was thick, and seemed like a hardback book of some kind. “Happy 21st.”

“Thanks. I’ll open it later.”

“In that case,” Nathan made a similar gesture into his jacket’ inside pockets.

Meanwhile, Alex ducked down and began to sift through his backpack to find the game and the card he’s purchased. Reaching into the front pocket, he only found his T-wrench, with the rest of the pack behind it feeling light. “Oh, c***. Did I forget it?”

Sans running into his attacker, humiliation from forgetting something like this made his face flush with blood. Opening the back pockets this time as his friend received his second gift, he heard something make a crinkling sound, like crumpled paper. Breathing a massive sigh, he found the game inside the rear pocket, still wrapped in red foil with the card nearby.

Pulling them out, he handed them to his friend. “Enjoy your 21st, man.”

“Thanks, guys. Let’s finish eating; I’ll open them outside.”

Nodding in response, Alex went back to his steak. Noticing that the restaurant had filled up a bit more since his head was down, he looked around at all the occupied tables and the ordering counter. One of the families had left, and another had come in. No individuals it seemed.

“Good.” He thought to himself. Taking another bite of his steak, again chewing to savor the flavor, the front door of the restaurant opened. His eyes glanced up to see who was coming in response.

He saw the red hoodie first, then the person’ arms wrapped around themselves. His pulse immediately jumped at least ten beats per minute. He couldn’t smell this person yet, but his body was already running on auto-pilot. So much so that he didn’t hear anyone address him.

The person shook once as they approached the order counter, unwrapping themselves as they did so. Alex watched intently as they pulled the hoodie down, revealing the black and bleached hair. “No. F***.”

Without thinking, his arms began to tremble. He almost couldn’t breathe. Not here. Anywhere but here. His thoughts became fractured, as did his breathing.

Watching the guy as he ordered, Alex could feel his lungs produce some slight growls. They were quiet, but he could feel his throat rumble with each one.

“Hey.” Feeling someone push his right shoulder, Alex snapped his head around to see Nathan. His breathing started to stabilize as he looked at his friend. Nathan in turn leaned back almost half a foot. “Dude, the hell?”

Alex didn’t answer. His friend was freaked out, sure, but this took precedence. Turning back to see his attacker hadn’t noticed them yet, at least he hoped, his heart kept beating against his ribs. Hard and strong. It was all he could do to not get up and confront this guy. Even though he wanted to.

As he continued to watch, he caught some scents of soap wafting nearby. “Alex?” It was Catherine this time.

“He’s here.” Alex replied. “The counter.” No one else said anything after that.

When his attacker again said he would pay in cash, a thought flashed through his head. Where was he getting this money? Did he have a job, or steal it?

Just then, the werewolf turned and once again locked eyes with him. Alex dropped his head half an inch and another growl sounded. Louder this time. For a second, he thought he was tasting blood from the coppery taste in his mouth. Feeling his teeth had already shaped into fangs confirmed it.

More smells came to him then. Nathan’ fear scent, and two others new to him. Torn between running on feelings of preservation and fear, Alex tried to relax while not taking his eyes off the werewolf.

He watched as the guy made his way to a table nearby. He had no idea what this guy was thinking, but with every step, he stood up, straightening his neck and running his tongue near his fangs.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Marcus looking up at him, one hand reaching behind him. Either to run or to get up from his chair. Nathan and Catherine remained silent, although he thought he heard a gasp from her.

The realization that he was scaring his friends then smacked him in the face. He felt his head drain of blood out of horror. What had they seen? Gripping his hands, he heard scrapping against the wood of the tables. His claws.

Alex felt frozen to the spot. Had anyone else seen him showcase those? Or his fangs? Or something else he didn’t know about? “No. Don’t panic. Calm down.”

Feeling like the eyes of the entire world were on him, Alex shook his head. This guy had seen his friends with him. For all he knew, he now knew they were a group, or now knew their scents. As he thought about it, claws would certainly give him a leg up right now.

Taking a step, he saw Marcus shoot up from his chair and stand between him and his attacker. “Dude…” He stopped talking.

Alex could see the fear in his eyes. Not unjustified at all. “Stay back.”

He stepped around Marcus and made his way to the other werewolf. As much as he wanted to tell himself that this guy wasn’t meaning him direct harm, direct was the key word. He wouldn’t cause something here, with witnesses. He would do it without them. Without him knowing.

Seeing his attacker up close, Alex’ memory flashed back to the night he was attacked. The roles were reversed now. He had the upper hand here. “What are you doing here?” His voice came out lower than normal.

“Waiting on a meal.” His attacker’ reply was neutral in tone, if not slightly frustrated.

Alex guessed he had smelled him coming. At the same time, from the scents on this guy, barely any were rural in nature. He caught some scents from oak trees and holly bushes, possibly maple as well. All the rest were collections of scents more in common with apartment or house living, or really good cleaning.

It was then that Alex wished he could hear this guy’ heartbeat. Or smell if he was afraid. “I don’t buy that for one second.”

“Why not? I can’t eat a meal by myself, yet you get to be around others?”

At that point, Alex was shaking with rage. “If you even think about it…”

His attacker stood up, sliding the chair away so loudly that Alex felt every eye look their direction. No reply came after the action. Just the action itself.

Whether it was that, or the look in this guy’ eyes, he shirked back an inch, narrowing his eyes. Deep down, it was like his body was recoiling on its own.

He then felt someone grab his shoulder. It was Marcus. With his eyes darting back and forth, he was lost for words. He couldn’t say anything. Nothing sounded right enough to say. Yet, as he started to calm down, the spasms in his arms and shoulders did not. They traveled down his chest, into his legs, making him feel wobbly.

All his thoughts froze. Not here. Not now.

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Description
Another commission piece, this time from . Check out her page and her work. She's got a lot of great stuff.

My thanks go to her for making this; my jaw dropped when I saw it colored, and I'm still grinning.

Since this contains the main five characters in Werewolf Tale, from right to left...

Alexander Stryker
Nathaniel Travers
Catherine Wilson
Marcus Astor
and Shane Bryant (The 'villain' must have a last name. Tis a must.)

This scene is from a chapter far ahead of the last one I've posted. However, I will post below the segment related to the shot for your reading pleasure.

This is a long segment, and it does contain come language. You have been warned.

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As the conversation ended, their orders hadn’t arrived. Taking a few more chips and a drink of soda, Alex could smell what he was certain was garlic in the air. “Won’t be long now.”

His side order and Nathan’ came not long after, along with Marcus’ refill of his soda. The cooked garlic was powerful under his nose, making him want the steak even more. Offering Catherine some of it since she was the only one who had yet to eat much, she instead chose to wait for her meal. “Thanks anyway. Looks good.”

Alex nodded, and then directed his attention back to eating. Despite the nasal punch of the garlic, the bread was firm yet chewy. Until their entrees came out to the table, the restaurant began to fill with more groups of people. A few families and what seemed like a manager business dinner. A few individuals came as well; despite being around his age, neither of them had black and bleached hair. Much to his relief.

As he sliced off the first part of his steak, the pinkish inside and seasonings enticing both his eyes and nose, Alex heard Nathan speak. Albeit in a hushed tone. “And the werewolf buys a steak for dinner. Typical.”

Alex smirked at that. “At least it’s not raw.” Taking a bite, he sat chewing it for a minute to take in the flavor.

“Since we’ve all got our food,” Catherine reached for a wrapped object and a card, handing it to Marcus afterward. It was thick, and seemed like a hardback book of some kind. “Happy 21st.”

“Thanks. I’ll open it later.”

“In that case,” Nathan made a similar gesture into his jacket’ inside pockets.

Meanwhile, Alex ducked down and began to sift through his backpack to find the game and the card he’s purchased. Reaching into the front pocket, he only found his T-wrench, with the rest of the pack behind it feeling light. “Oh, c***. Did I forget it?”

Sans running into his attacker, humiliation from forgetting something like this made his face flush with blood. Opening the back pockets this time as his friend received his second gift, he heard something make a crinkling sound, like crumpled paper. Breathing a massive sigh, he found the game inside the rear pocket, still wrapped in red foil with the card nearby.

Pulling them out, he handed them to his friend. “Enjoy your 21st, man.”

“Thanks, guys. Let’s finish eating; I’ll open them outside.”

Nodding in response, Alex went back to his steak. Noticing that the restaurant had filled up a bit more since his head was down, he looked around at all the occupied tables and the ordering counter. One of the families had left, and another had come in. No individuals it seemed.

“Good.” He thought to himself. Taking another bite of his steak, again chewing to savor the flavor, the front door of the restaurant opened. His eyes glanced up to see who was coming in response.

He saw the red hoodie first, then the person’ arms wrapped around themselves. His pulse immediately jumped at least ten beats per minute. He couldn’t smell this person yet, but his body was already running on auto-pilot. So much so that he didn’t hear anyone address him.

The person shook once as they approached the order counter, unwrapping themselves as they did so. Alex watched intently as they pulled the hoodie down, revealing the black and bleached hair. “No. F***.”

Without thinking, his arms began to tremble. He almost couldn’t breathe. Not here. Anywhere but here. His thoughts became fractured, as did his breathing.

Watching the guy as he ordered, Alex could feel his lungs produce some slight growls. They were quiet, but he could feel his throat rumble with each one.

“Hey.” Feeling someone push his right shoulder, Alex snapped his head around to see Nathan. His breathing started to stabilize as he looked at his friend. Nathan in turn leaned back almost half a foot. “Dude, the hell?”

Alex didn’t answer. His friend was freaked out, sure, but this took precedence. Turning back to see his attacker hadn’t noticed them yet, at least he hoped, his heart kept beating against his ribs. Hard and strong. It was all he could do to not get up and confront this guy. Even though he wanted to.

As he continued to watch, he caught some scents of soap wafting nearby. “Alex?” It was Catherine this time.

“He’s here.” Alex replied. “The counter.” No one else said anything after that.

When his attacker again said he would pay in cash, a thought flashed through his head. Where was he getting this money? Did he have a job, or steal it?

Just then, the werewolf turned and once again locked eyes with him. Alex dropped his head half an inch and another growl sounded. Louder this time. For a second, he thought he was tasting blood from the coppery taste in his mouth. Feeling his teeth had already shaped into fangs confirmed it.

More smells came to him then. Nathan’ fear scent, and two others new to him. Torn between running on feelings of preservation and fear, Alex tried to relax while not taking his eyes off the werewolf.

He watched as the guy made his way to a table nearby. He had no idea what this guy was thinking, but with every step, he stood up, straightening his neck and running his tongue near his fangs.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Marcus looking up at him, one hand reaching behind him. Either to run or to get up from his chair. Nathan and Catherine remained silent, although he thought he heard a gasp from her.

The realization that he was scaring his friends then smacked him in the face. He felt his head drain of blood out of horror. What had they seen? Gripping his hands, he heard scrapping against the wood of the tables. His claws.

Alex felt frozen to the spot. Had anyone else seen him showcase those? Or his fangs? Or something else he didn’t know about? “No. Don’t panic. Calm down.”

Feeling like the eyes of the entire world were on him, Alex shook his head. This guy had seen his friends with him. For all he knew, he now knew they were a group, or now knew their scents. As he thought about it, claws would certainly give him a leg up right now.

Taking a step, he saw Marcus shoot up from his chair and stand between him and his attacker. “Dude…” He stopped talking.

Alex could see the fear in his eyes. Not unjustified at all. “Stay back.”

He stepped around Marcus and made his way to the other werewolf. As much as he wanted to tell himself that this guy wasn’t meaning him direct harm, direct was the key word. He wouldn’t cause something here, with witnesses. He would do it without them. Without him knowing.

Seeing his attacker up close, Alex’ memory flashed back to the night he was attacked. The roles were reversed now. He had the upper hand here. “What are you doing here?” His voice came out lower than normal.

“Waiting on a meal.” His attacker’ reply was neutral in tone, if not slightly frustrated.

Alex guessed he had smelled him coming. At the same time, from the scents on this guy, barely any were rural in nature. He caught some scents from oak trees and holly bushes, possibly maple as well. All the rest were collections of scents more in common with apartment or house living, or really good cleaning.

It was then that Alex wished he could hear this guy’ heartbeat. Or smell if he was afraid. “I don’t buy that for one second.”

“Why not? I can’t eat a meal by myself, yet you get to be around others?”

At that point, Alex was shaking with rage. “If you even think about it…”

His attacker stood up, sliding the chair away so loudly that Alex felt every eye look their direction. No reply came after the action. Just the action itself.

Whether it was that, or the look in this guy’ eyes, he shirked back an inch, narrowing his eyes. Deep down, it was like his body was recoiling on its own.

He then felt someone grab his shoulder. It was Marcus. With his eyes darting back and forth, he was lost for words. He couldn’t say anything. Nothing sounded right enough to say. Yet, as he started to calm down, the spasms in his arms and shoulders did not. They traveled down his chest, into his legs, making him feel wobbly.

All his thoughts froze. Not here. Not now.

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