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Rated: 18+ · Book · Horror/Scary · #2284649

Adventures In Living With The Mythical

A military veteran is adopted by a werewolf and brought into his pack. Insanity ensues.

About "Life With A Werewolf"

Life with a werewolf is a dramatic blog. As such the characters in this blog are not real but maybe loosely based on real people. The situations represented are not real but maybe loosely based on real things that have happened in my life. There are a multitude of ways to view life, this is simply one of the ways I have chosen to view mine. Updated Every Friday unless I can't or don't want to.

If this is your first time reading this...start here:

https://www.writing.com/main/books/entry_id/1040400-Welcome-To-The-Pack

First compilation book will be available soon on Amazon.

My book, "Dreamers of The Sea" is available now on Amazon:
https://a.co/d/0uz7xa3
June 20, 2025 at 1:00pm
June 20, 2025 at 1:00pm
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          Elouise stood out by the road, her hand on her hip, a phone in her hand. Thumbs flew fast over her screen as she pulled up a ride sharing app, searching for a trip back to the hotel. The snarl on her face matched the snarl in her stance. She was a woman who wasn't prepared to stand by and watch her friend make a tragic mistake. Her protest, though silent, rang loud and clear in both mine and Crash's ears.
          She stood at the edge of the parking lot, glaring into the thick trees on the other side of it, almost daring them to say or do something. It was in the heat of the day. That meant you got the thick, wet, sticky humidity blanketing you with it's warm hug. A thin sheen of sweat was on all of us at that point, though tempers were running hotter: Elouise in her righteous anger, Crash in his righteous vendetta, and me in my own frustration.
          Crash ran a hand through his hair in frustration. He half walked, half stormed up to Elouise. It appeared as if he wanted to seem strong, but guilt pulled at his features, weakening the image. He looked down at her, as she continued to stare at the trees, refusing to look at him. "Get in the car, we're not going to abandon you down here."
          "No, I won't be a party to you throwing your damn life away over some blood feud. You want to murder someone, you're doing it alone," she snapped.
          He growled through gritted teeth and turned back towards the car to calm down. We were getting nowhere fast. We were hungry. Hot. Thirsty. And Crash did just threaten murder someone in a diner. We had gotten nowhere, and spent too long to get there.
          Figuring it was my turn, I tried to help. I walked up to her, and leaned in to speak in a conspiratorial whisper. "You know, you could always go along and try to change his mind."
          "Nothing will change my mind," Crash said from afar.
          "Stop listening in ya damn fuzzy eavesdropper," I snapped.
          She rolled her eyes, but gave the faintest whisper of a smile. Seizing on it, I whispered, "I don't want him to do it either. I need your help to change his mind."
          "Nothing will change my mind," Crash snapped from by the car.
          "STOP EAVESDROPPING!" we both shouted at him.
          Crash snarled something and sat in the car. He started it up, and began playing a punk song behind us. "Please? For the pack. You're practically our den mother, we need your help. You know what will happen to him if he goes through with this."
          She sighed, and snarled. "You bunch of hairless apes with that annoying fuzzbutt back there need a den mother." She looked at Crash. A look passed over her, as if she was warring with something. She looked back at me with an annoyed look I'd seen many times on Sarah when we were married. "If he doesn't change his mind, I'm biting his ass." She stormed back to the car and climbed in the passenger's seat.
          I climbed in the back and patted the seat in front of me. "We're good, dude."
          Crash turned the song down. He turned towards the road, and stopped at the exit of the parking lot. "You better not bite me, cause I'm not changing my mind."
          Elouise and my hand smacked down on his head as we both shouted "STOP EAVESDROPPING!"
          The car pulled down the highway. Every memory he had of his friend being there was cast in a dark cloud by the presence of the stranger in the restaurant. Elouise was still angry at him, but seemed to have come around to my way of thinking on things. I understood where she was coming from. Sometimes it's best to stand up to your friends when they're doing something wrong, even if standing up to them means walking away. But, it appeared she saw where I was coming from too: sometimes it's better to show them there's a better way, then walking away. Though my way was going to be much harder.
          The tour through the town turned sour, and many of the places went unspoken of. We could see the pain and anger on Crash's face. He almost seemed to be wondering, how many of the places him and Damian, a wolf that was like a brother to him, was now being enjoyed by the wolf that killed him?
          The shadow that covered Crash began to cover all of us. The wandering started to become a bit aimless, roaming more towards main highways than small side roads we were taking in the search of food. We eventually found a drive thru, and headed back to the motel, hungry, road weary, hot, and more than a little annoyed.
          When we got back to the motel, Crash's target stood out by the shade of a tree, away from security cameras. His van was parked next to him near the edge of the cracked parking lot, his arms crossed, his head down. A soft smirk was on his face. It was the quiet smirk of one who is pretending they're in control.
          The Caddy rolled towards the man, parking next to him. Before me or Elouise could stop him, Crash was out of the car, his chest pressing into the man, a snarl on his face. The smirk on the stranger grew wider. "Crash, you still have a taste for American boats I see."
          A low growl began to rise in Crash's throat. Crash was three inches taller than the stranger. The man grabbed him by the collar and pulled him towards his level. "Careful pup, I may not be part of The Nobility anymore, but I am still quite skilled."
          My weapon was out faster than I'd ever pulled it. It had surprised the new werewolf into dropping his practiced smirk for a moment. "Get your claws off him, or I'm sending your kids a new wolf pelt."
          Elouise stepped in front of my shot. "Stop it! Stop it all of you! What in the hell is wrong with every one of you? Out in broad daylight no less, doing this madness."
          The new guy smiled and released Crash. "Rougarou. I thought I smelled your kind around here. Name's Keith."
          Elouise held out a hand. "Hell must be frozen over and Satan's selling sleigh rides. I never thought I'd see the day a member of The Nobility would stoop to shaking claws with a Rougarou."
          Keith laughed. "Yeah. Me and the Werewolf Confederation have parted ways a long time ago. A difference of opinions. If Crash took my head like he wants, he'd be doing a lot in The Nobility a great favor."
          Closing the small distance between the two, Crash said, "I'd be doing Damian a favor too, wolf."
          Keith's eyes went wide for a moment, and he backed up a small step. The smirk did not return, and the pain that had replaced it felt and looked real. "That was a regret. Do you care to hear a tale?"
          The growl in Crash's throat surprised everyone, even me. "No."
          "When," Kieth asked.
          "You die three days. You know where."
          "Midnight then," Keith said. "On one condition," he added, almost as an afterthought.
          "What," Crash snarled.
          "Tomorrow. Noon. We meet at your grandmother's park. You will look my family in the eye. Since you are determined to leave them without a father, you must look them in the eye first. And listen to my story."
          For a moment, I didn't think Crash would take up Keith's proposal. I know, I wouldn't. Of all the people I've had to kill in my previous occupation, I didn't ever go to see any of their families, before or after. Something felt off about it. But Crash surprised me a second time when he snarled "fine," and turned back to the motel room before anyone could reply.
          Looking at Keith, I said, "You expected to die here."
          He snorted. "You have a talent for the obvious, human."
          With a practiced and careful move, I slid my pistol back into it's holster, and hid it beneath my shirt again. "And a talent for observation. Any member of The Nobility, current or former, don't call them 'The Nobility'. In fact, only those who disdain their existence calls them 'The Nobility'. What happened?"
          Keith arched an eyebrow. "Well detective, come with your friend tomorrow. Find out. Bring a dish, we're having a barbecue!"
          As Keith got into his car, I looked to Elouise. She shrugged, "Guess we're going to a barbecue for a guilt trip. I'll grab some potato salad."
          I watched his car leave with Elouise at my side. When he pulled out of the parking lot, I said, "I know I'm not as experienced with all of this stuff as you two, but I've never seen a member of The Nobility just leave them."
          She shrugged. "Normally, they don't. They're executed as traitors if they manage to get that far. Most, if they stop believing in the cause, just find a cushy small area somewhere with little Nobility influence and live almost like regular werewolves. Occasionally being forced to pull an odd job or two for them."
          "Makes sense, which makes this so much stranger," I said.
          "Why's that," She asked, turning back towards the motel.
          I followed her. "He didn't just take a small cushy assignment somewhere. He left."
          "You think that's going to change what Crash wants to do to him," Elouise asked.
          "No," I answered. "But it does complicate things. I just don't know how."


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