Chapter 6 - Adoption
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So.. I guess I own a dog now? A weird, horrifying beast of a dog that somehow lives inside of me, and creeps me out when he tries to leave. My mind raced with horror movies like the Thing. Was this werewolf a parasite? At least he didn't seem to tear me open, or hurt me when he formed out of my flesh like some sort of grotesque mutation. There was no blood, no pain, just a weird tugging sensation and whatever the equivalent of phantom limb syndrome would be, for growing a limb you couldn't control. Now he was sitting in my lap.. his legs still melded with mine. I didn't dare move.. What would happen if I tried to walk? None of it made sense.. I was trying not to freak out. I'm usually good with weird shit.. but this was beyond weird and it was specifically happening to me. My Nana used to call me her Faolán, her 'little wolf', for being so fierce and brave. I always thought she was just trying to make me feel brave. I certainly didn't think I'd end up actually being a wolf, or having a wolf in me? What could I even call this?
A bit of a relaxing calm came over me as he leaned back against me and wagged his tail trapped between us, no longer metaphysically inside my belly, which I appreciated. That had gotten me nauseous. His joy was a little infectious, I had to admit, much like earlier this morning watching the dogs play in the park. The creature focused entirely on me, staring over it's shoulder into my eyes almost.. hungrily. I looked over those sharp fangs, over that big muzzle, over the little bit of drool forming along the dark fleshy seam of it's lower lip. I hadn't moved a muscle, just my eyes, roaming down a toned, flat chest and further. The beast was most definitely a male.. which I became all the more aware of with him sitting bare in my lap. At least I was wearing pants.
Pants.. weird.. he seemed to meld right out through my clothes. My poor brain was already hurting trying to figure out how any of this was possible.. but the pants thing. Every werewolf movie I'd ever seen had torn clothing. It was a dumb thing to get lost in a train of thought on, this wasn't a dumb monster movie on cable. This was sitting in my lap. He looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to do.. something. Do what? So.. I pet him. Expecting to get bit, I reached up and pet his large head. No teeth sunk into my hand, but he seemed to melt under my touch, like it was something he'd been waiting for for his whole life. He was soft and warm, surprisingly soft actually.. but I guess that's because he was literally just made. Unless I am some sort of portal to a monster realm. That made me gulp.. what if this wasn't the only creature inside me? Why was this happening? Why now? Was it because of.. Mom's passing?
Sadness hit me again in a wave, a tidal force that had been held back by the heavy distraction that came with the strange phenomenon that was happening with my body. With the immediate danger passed.. sad thoughts flowed back in to replace the fear that had taken up temporary residence. The wolf stared at me, that joy seeming to fade from his face. He looked more stoic, those brief few minutes of puppy like glee gone. Now he looked more wolf-like than ever. The depression had returned and it seemed infectious, seemed to bring him down from his high.. and that only made me feel worse. What right did I have to ruin his happiness with my own issues?
The wolf stared into my eyes and shook his large head slowly, I wasn't sure what he was saying no to.. but he leaned back and twisted as much as he could with our awkward connection. He hugged me. I needed it more than I knew.. Dad hadn't hugged me when she passed. He had been as quiet as I had. Tears began to stream almost immediately, like the simple touch had broken whatever seal that had been holding it all back. I needed that hug. More than I knew. Even if it was from this.. monstrous, furred creature growing out of me. His arms were strong, his fur was warm, almost too warm with the heat on in the house but I sunk into the hold without a care. It was a comfort that surpassed any and all resistance to the weird turn of events. Maybe this wasn't so bad..
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