Seth - part 8Seth - part 85 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Later that morning I found myself strapped in the white Suburban with 4 other werewolves heading southbound on I-15. Along with Em's two brothers, I had my head half way out the window to let the wind pull through my tangled blonde hair. I'm sure the girls would have joined in if they could, but Em was sitting beside me in the middle seat and Mrs. Sorensen was driving.
"Where did you say we were going again?" complained Ryan from the front seat, pulling his head halfway back in the window. "I only have so much time left before my next semester starts, and I was hoping to hang out with some friends tonight."
I was reminded of my own college semester that began in a month and a half. I sure hoped that wh
Seth - part 6Seth - part 65 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Can I help you?" the attendant asked, smiling as I set the plastic bag on the counter. Judging by his age and the nametag he wore, this must be the owner. Great.
"I just need to return my tux," I said casually.
He glanced from me to the floor and back up to meet my eyes. A look of annoyed confusion rose to his face for a split second, only to be quickly replaced by the same polite mask as before. Although he hid it well, I could sense he was running on little sleep and could smell waves of stress rolling off him like a dense fog. I cringed inwardly at what I was about to do.
"Ok. Would you like me to have someone come out to your vehicle and grab that for you?" he responded in the same smiling, p
Seth - part 7Seth - part 75 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Bright sunlight shone through the window and onto my closed eyes. I awoke, blinked a few times, then sat up. It's amazing what a little good rest can do for a person; no matter how bad something is, a couple hours of sleep has a way of making it all feel so distant. In fact, I didn't feel half bad despite yesterday; the only real difference from any other morning was an intense hunger similar to when I first regained consciousness yesterday after being shot, and my missing hand which, to my amazement, had already started to regrow. Even my missing teeth had all come back in.
I simply sat there for a few minutes just enjoying the feeling of air moving solidly in and out of my lungs, blood flowing through my veins, and the warm sun filtering through the trees by the window onto my fur I heard birds singing out in the trees, and mom bustling around
Seth - part 12Seth - part 124 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Jack," came a distracted greeting from within.
"Harper," responded Jack just as briefly.
From where I was crouched I saw Jack pivot his foot on its heel, toe rotating a couple times towards the open door to motion me inside. Bent as low as I could go without crawling, I edged around him and into the room: a heavy oak desk safely concealing me from Harper's sight. Jack entered the room as the thick door latched shut with a dull clank behind him, then moved casually to take a seat in one of the leather upholstered chairs in the far corner of the room which appeared to be done up as a posh office.
"All that blood and dirt on your clothing; you look terrible," muttered Harper.
Seth - part 13Seth - part 133 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The remainder of that night had been terrible to say the least. Jack and I made our way back towards where Em and Ryan had been killed, but stopped short when we smelled several humans with dirt bikes and off-road vehicles surrounding the area. We saw Mr. and Mrs. Sorensen standing with a group of police and emergency workers, the whole area lit up with bright spotlights. I stopped short before the ground; I couldn't bring myself to look any closer to see what still remained.
Not wanting to be seen, I communicated to Mrs. Sorensen telepathically that I was here, and that we needed to talk. I couldn't see much of her expression through the trees, but I knew that she'd be feeling even worse than I was. She slowly took a few steps back from the others, and thenmaking sure to keep her hands hidden behind her back to prevent any of
Seth - part 3Seth - part 36 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My parents reacted pretty well for having their only son become a werewolf. Mom took a while to get over it and was always checking on me in my room at night; I don't know whether it was to make sure I was still there, or still human, which sometimes I wasn't. I was even stronger and faster than before , and everyone noticed. I didn't know what to tell them; when people brought it up Mom would always say that "He's just going through a growth spurt," and then start talking about something different. Every once in a while, when no one but my parents were around, I would get restless and change into a wolf to play chase with my dog. I couldn't tell whether Mom was entertained or chagrined as we crashed around the house, but either way she let me stay furry as long as I wanted on the condition that I didn't break anything and was human at the dinner table.
Seth - part 2Seth - part 26 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"It all started one summer after my brother was a senior in high school and suddenly disappeared for a week. Everyone was out looking for him, but eventually he just came back on his own wearing only torn rags. All he'd say about his experiences is that he'd gotten lost hiking but was able to find food along the way, and that he was happy to have survived and make it back. We were all so relieved he was home that we went with his story and didn't question him too much more than that; when anyone tried to ask him about it he'd always avert his gaze with a distant look in his eyes and change the subject.
"He wasn't the same after that; it seemed he was suddenly more aware of everything and more grown up. At the same time, his behavior also got very strange, like he could hear things nobody else could and would always comment
Seth - part 5Seth - part 55 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My eyes fluttered open and were met with the dark silhouettes of pines. I didn't immediately remember where I was or how I'd gotten there. Propping myself up to a sitting position with my front paws I yawned deeply revealing my fangs and stretched my fur-covered arms high over my head. Man, I hadn't slept this heavily in a long time! I'd had such a nice dream; it was so real too. If only I could remember what it was? Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I looked to the sky trying to judge the time based on the position of the stars. For once I regretted not bringing a cell phone or at least a watch (as impractical as that would be). I tried to think about what I'd done over the last several hours. There was moshing at the Metallica concert, driving back and coming up here to hunt, but what after that ?
It all rushed back to me in an
Seth - part 9Seth - part 95 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Lying on the couch in Em's living room (which was also my temporary bed), I awoke with a start as something began vibrating and playing strange music in my pocket. I closed my eyes again and exhaled once I remembered it was just the phone my wireless carrier had mailed to replace the one that was lost in the fire; I hadn't spent any time customizing the settings yet. Funny what a little time without having a phone had done to me; all things considered, I think I liked not having one and didn't really miss it while it was gone.
I didn't recognize the number, so I decided not to answer. Since my job consisted of listening to people complain in my headset for hours on end, phone conversations weren't my favorite thing. Besides, if they really wanted to reach me they would call back or leave a voicemail message.
Seth - part 4Seth - part 45 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Dude, Seth! Wait up!"
I smiled to myself-a slight upward turn of the corner of my mouth-and greeted my former state championship basketball teammate by name without turning. It had become second nature to pick people I knew out of a crowd; my super sensitive nose was always at work. The lazy May breeze that ruffled my dirty-blonde hair had carried his now familiar scent (mingled with Axe Essence body spray) in my direction. Sometimes it was tricky trying to distinguish people's scents through all the similar perfumes, deodorants, and shampoos they all used, but I'd learned to sort through all that. Personally, I didn't want to smell like something else (my own scent was just fine), and even though there weren't any other werewolves around to notice the difference I still used that unscented carbon soap and shampoo for hunters.
Seth - part 10Seth - part 105 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When my eyes opened, the nightmares only continued. I hadn't been out for long; it was still light out and the rain continued falling in torrents onto my prone, sprawled out body, but I just didn't care. Lying in the mud out in the open like I was, somebody could have stumbled across me at any moment, but I had no desire to move. The only indication of life I gave to the outside world was the jagged rising and falling motion of my body as air entered and left my lungs.
In my grimy right paw I gripped Em's small silver wolf figurine attached to the chain around my neck so hard that my palm had bled and since scabbed over. My left paw clenched only mud; deep furrows could be seen in the ground directly in front where my raking claws had taken out some of my frustration. I hadn't blinked my yellow eyes for the longest time, but I could still see t
Seth - part 11 I bit down on Acevedo's neck and felt my teeth slide easily through skin and muscle. This was my first time trying to turn someone, but I let my instincts guide me; the neck was the best place. He continued to scream and struggle, even kicked at my gut a few times, but humans are really pretty weak and I barely felt the blows. Even for someone who wanted to be a werewolf, the pain of the process could be enough to make a person have second thoughts if they weren't absolutely dedicated, and I'm sure his open wounds I'd just given him weren't helping either. The way he was thrashing around, it was if he didn't know whether I'd decided to let him live or just kill him outright. I guess right then my resolve faltered and I didn't really know either. It would be so easy to just close my jaws a little further and tear out his throat; I could feel it now against the front of my fangs afterSeth - part 115 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Seth - part 1Seth - part 16 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They say that human life is purely a matter of deciding what's important to you. While I'm not sure if that holds true to someone who spends almost as much time as an animal as he does a human, I still thought it was a good saying. My name's Seth, I'm a werewolf, and this is my story.
When my mother and father were killed in a car accident, Aunt and Uncle Davis--the only living relatives I had left--took compassion on me and decided to raise me as their son. Having no children of their own due to medical complications, things just seemed to fall into place. I was only 3 months old then and don't remember anything about my biological parents; the framed photos on the wall and the stories I was told growing up were all I had, though I still loved and hoped to see them sometime after this life. Looking back, I was raised with love