Haven
The glow of the moon from the balcony was rivaled only by the soft hues of ’s desktop computer screen in the dark of the night. His fingers raced along the keyboard as he searched. No results were coming up that helped him. He hadn’t slept since taking a shower.
The werewolf flashed back to making love to the tattooed stranger—the first time, the second time. Who was this?
Luna’s words raced through his mind. “… They have a vampire with them ,” he recalled her saying.
He then thought back to his second vivid sex dream in the shower—the look on the man’s face as took control of him, his expression as he whimpered those words. What were they? Oh, yeah.
“Treat me like the vampire scum I am,” the vampire had begged.
All knew about vampires had been absorbed during his time in the Dark Moon fraternity. All the literature—all the information shared by Strix and others—pointed to vampires being a threat to all humans and all werewolves, a creature that treated humans as a food source and viewed werewolves as a nuisance. He also knew that the bite of a vampire would rot a werewolf’s flesh, ultimately killing the werewolf as though their bite was some kind of poison.
pushed his legs together in terror as he contemplated whether or not his vampire lover had bitten his penis. He hadn’t, though—and he rationalized that, despite the two intense orgasms he had experienced tonight, he was experiencing those sexual encounters through the eyes of someone else.
This seemed to suggest that his new acquaintance, Griff, may be in cahoots with not only another werewolf, but also a vampire. But couldn’t decide. Were these hallucinations because of the scratch on his back? Was he really seeing from another person’s point of view? Was he controlling someone else’s actions?
The second encounter differed from the first, though. As opposed to having little control, had full control of every action. It was talking dirty, taking control, and demanding ultimate submission from his lover, who also happened to be a vampire. A very skilled vampire, but a vampire nonetheless , he thought to himself.
considered his education. Often he had found that elements of the supernatural world could be explained away, or at least tied back to some simple rules and tenets of biology and nature. “Wolf diseases,” he whispered aloud, recalling his earlier conversation with Griff. His fingers moved quickly across his keyboard. “Maybe even broader than that,” he thought aloud, adjusting his search.
Finally, something caught his eye.
“Behavior-altering parasites,” read aloud quietly. “Some parasites alter host behavior by infecting neurons in the host’s central nervous system.” He sifted through academic journal articles on fungal parasites, parasitoid wasps, and egg injections.
The last part grossed out, specifically as he thought back to his very real wet dreams. Curse my lycanthropy for making me such a horn dog, he thought to himself. So, what? Did I infect someone with a parasite, and now I can see their actions—control their actions? And they just so happen to be a lean, mean fucking machine? Wait a second, didn’t the vampire call me something?
“Good wolf,” he recalled the voice of the vampire. Thinking about it again almost turned him on. “Pru,” the mystery vamp from his dreams had called him.
“Wait a second,” spoke aloud as a lightbulb clicked in his head. “Pruitt Mondamin?”