• And last but not least, I had two pointy ears on the top of my head, able to hear the wings of the fire fly a couple feet away clear as day.
    The phone I have is a clunker. It’s huge. Like a brick. Now, it’s kind of small to my bowling ball sized hands. I held it to my ear.
    “Hello?” a woman answered.
    “Mom, it’s me Ace.” I always say, even though she knows my number.
    My voice was very deep and very sandy, but that’ll change soon to a smoother, rouged voice.
    “Ace?!? Why did you Warp!? Aren’t you-”
    “Yes, I’m at Megan’s. I’m out side, in the dark. It was cold so I Warped to get some warmth. But here’s the thing…Megan’s dad is leaving their mother. Apparently, this is a big deal for Mortals.”
    “What?! that’s stupid,” Ralph yelled.
    Ralph is my brother. Apparently I was on speaker. “Jackie and you never knew your dad, and I didn’t know mine.” He finished.
    “Yeah, I know- ack!” I coughed
    “What’s wrong Ace!?” mom howled nervously.
    Finally, I swallowed. Wow…I can’t believe that just happened.
    “Um…nothing mom, just nothing…but back to what I was saying, I know it’s usually tradition for fathers to leave the cubs I know.”
    Werewolf fathers never usually stay around. They basically, as much as I hate to say this, sleep with the female werewolf, make sure she’s safe from any harm; like a body guard. Most don’t sleep for nine months, watching over the females as they sleep. That’s the most love most fathers show their cubs.
    But our father wanted his first born to have something, a necklace. And for him or her never to take it off. that’s me. so I have this pendent on my neck ever since I could remember,
    “But Megan’s father has been with her for sixteen years, one year shorter than I’ve been alive. She wants to stay…”
    “What?!?! NO! absolutely not!” my mother shouted.
    “Mom! Come on! Megan is in a sensitive place-” I started to protest.
    It was true. This was the same girl that would sit on me when we were little till I gave into going to the movie she wanted to see.
    “I know! That’s why I said no! I have no idea how Mortal teen age girls deal with this. They could want to have-”
    “Mom!” I, Ralph, and Jackie, my sister, all shouted.
    “What?!” I heard her say.
    Like she didn’t know…
    “She’s like my sister! Only I like her better than Jackie.” I said.
    “Oh thanks you snot ball.” I heard her say.
    God…I dislike her with great intensity…“Mom,” I continued. “Come on. Nothing what you’re thinking will happen. She just needs a friend right now…please. I don’t want to not be there for her…” I said.
    “Aw, mom, I think you should let him stay. After that heart filled thought…I don’t want that wuss home!” she laughed.
    Ralph laughed too. “Ha ha! Yeah, wuss!”
    I and Jackie are the same age, Ralph is two years younger than us and as you might have thought, had a different father than us.
    “Shut up, both of you! Mom, please. I wouldn’t be begging like this if it wasn’t important to Megs…” I pleaded.
    Silence fallowed that sentence. A long, miserable silence. Like waiting in the ER for a family member in surgery. It was so heavy; I thought I could actually taste it. Or it could have been that lighting bug I just choked on…
    “Sure, why not. As long as Megan’s mom is ok with it.” she said.
    I smiled. “Thanks mom, thanks a lot!” I said.
    “You’re welcome, but be back nine tomorrow, k?” she asked.
    I nodded, agreeing. We said our goodbyes and I hung up the phone. I took a deep, cool breath, looking into the darkness. Breathing out a cloud of white, but was taken by the night before I could even see it. The black night seamed to be a live, spitting things out when a car’s high beams hit something on the road below.
    Only to swallow it again once the car went by.
    “Ace, you out here?” Megan called.
    She scared the fur off of me. Almost literally. I quickly Warped back, almost in a flash. Just in time too apparently. She poked her head out from the door just when I was fully Warped back.
    “Yeah, I’m coming in…mmm,” I said, walking out of the shadowy lawn and into the porches light’s light. “What is you mom cooking? Smells good.”
    She smiled, holding the door open for me. “Sloppy Joes and some Cantaloupe for you.” she said.
    God…I tell them I’m a vegetarian because when I eat meat…well…it’s hard to stop when I do…but that what all teenage werewolves go through. I’m out of that stage and been out of it for a year now.
    “Um, about that Megs…” I said, walking with her down the hall, back to the kitchen. More pictures, but this was at family reunions. So I was in a couple too, when Meg invited me. “I’m not a vegetarian anymore…”
    she looked back, amazed.
    “Really? Good, because my mom always make enough for three day’s worth anyway.” She said.
    She turned and walked back to the kitchen. My gaze fallowed as she walked. She wore blue, with a white stripe, sweat pants with a tight orange and yellow T-shirt. I never notice this before…but she’s has grown up.
    More famine features more…pronounced then when were thirteen, a lot more when we were ten, and they were non existent when we were six or seven. Her hips shot out from her sides, giving her than disable hourglass shape. Hair and face something of an angel’s. Her chest seemed to- wait what?
    Why I’m now, all of a sudden noticing this stuff? I baked up to the full body mirror. I’ve changed too.
    Arms long, muscular and strong from lifting buckets of who knows what everyday. Shoulders broad and toughen up by years of construction and hauling lumber back and forth. Legs were strong and long too, but even I had to say, were pretty nice.
    My triceps were clear, even through my T-shirt. And…when did I get a four pack? God…I rubbed my head, leaning against the wall, making it creak.
    What happened?
    What happened to all those years? They just seamed to…fall out from under us like a brick through off a bridge. Next year I’ll be eighteen, have to go slay a Bolgunnar, go off to Mortal collage…and another year closer to leaving Megan and Cherry and Kevin and everyone one else.
    I remember in the field, just up the hill, me and Meg would play. And I remember when we both learned what marriage was. We were six or seven. Megan fell in the field, and I went to lay behind her. We looked up in to the blue sky, sometimes blinking when pollen falls in our eyes.
    A golden butter flew by once in a while. It was…a basic time.
    “Ace,” Megan said. “You’re my best friend. You’re going to be my husband when we grow up, k?!” She said, laughing.
    I laughed too. “Fine, then you is going to be my wife!”
    Find, then let’s make it final she said.
    “How?” I asked.
    “By a kiss.”
    That was fallowed by us laughing at the joke. We were young. Kissing was…eky.