Pruitt
stood on the porch of the cabin donning only a pair of joggers. He let out a long sigh as he put his hands on his hips. So, whatever werewolf bit me and is fucking with me only has those powers because of something I did , he thought How ironic.
Uriah appeared in the open doorway behind him a moment later. “You talking to yourself out here, sexy Wolf Man?”
“I think that’s just you reading my thoughts without permission, Riah,” said warmly as he shook his head no. “Guess it goes both ways now since we’re connected. Just wondering why my wound is so slow to heal.”
“Really?” Uriah asked. “That all?”
paused, unsure of what to say next. “Have you had many memories come back to you? You know, stuff Odessa blocked out of our minds for the past couple hundred years?”
“Every damn day,” Uriah nodded. “As a matter of fact, there’s this one that just came back to me the other day. It was when I booked a cruise and then ended up trying to —well, never mind. Maybe another time.”
raised a brow. “Is this related to that whole thing about flying vampires?”
“Come on, mate,” Uriah dodged the question. “This is about you, isn’t it?”
“It’s safe to step out here, you know.” motioned to the sky. “I don’t think it’s gonna clear up anytime soon.”
Uriah cautiously poked his head outside before stepping out to join him.
sighed. “Anyway, I’m not sure if it’s the bite or what, but I had a really vivid dream last night.”
“Were you seeing through the wolf who bit you?” asked Uriah. “Was he hot? More importantly, uh, did he ask about me?”
“No, Riah. None of that.” rolled his eyes. “It was about the werewolf curse. In the dream, someone—well, Griff—basically altered all of werewolf lore to make me strong enough to stand up to Odessa. Almost like a rogue witch or something.”
The vampire rubbed his temples. “What do you mean by that? Griff? You’re saying he’s the one who gave all you little wolves your special little extra magic powers some hundreds of years ago? Because the timeline ain’t exactly timelinin’.”
nodded. “Well, they—whoever it was—appeared to me as Griff, but it wasn’t Griff.”
“Right.” Uriah seemed unconvinced. “So, some witch did this diddly to give all of lycankind magic. Then what?”
“Griff—I mean, they made it so we could turn whenever we wanted. I mean, after our first full moon, anyway.”
“And left vampires with nothing at all, huh? Talk about equality,” huffed Uriah. “I don’t think I even have dreams anymore. Could’ve at least given me that back. ”
“Look,” began as he put his hand on Uriah, “I think it has something to do with everything going on now. Like it was someone from my past trying to warn me about something that’s about to happen.”
“And you thought it best not to tell the little witch just yet, huh? Ain’t prophetic dreaming his thing, anyway?”
“I-I don’t even know what to tell him. I’m not even sure what I saw.”
“That makes two of us,” the vampire replied, squeezing his lover’s hand in his. “What’s your instinct telling you?”
shook his head. “That the werewolves we ran into —at least some of them— are up to no good. Trying to tap into werewolf magic in some kind of malicious way.”
“And, of course, we just agreed to send our witch into their den for this party tonight,” Uriah added.
nodded, a somber look on his face. “What’s your instinct telling you?” the werewolf asked the vampire.
“That we need reinforcements,” Uriah said without missing a beat.