A Bloody Effect

It's as if his nervous system shut off.

Khalil stood near the men's room doorway, still frozen, with one hand outstretched for the boy that already bolted out in fear. He didn't mean to injure Klein. He knew a single scratch from him could potentially destroy the life of an unwilling human.

But Klein...

'I am not bound to anyone. Know your place, werewolf.'

The way Klein's silvery eyes turned luminous played in Khalil's memory. No werewolves had the eyes that reflected the light of the moon, so Klein couldn't have been an unawakened werewolf. But no human had an ability to instill fear on top predators like him either.

Unless Klein was no ordinary human.

Slowly, Khalil regained control of his paralyzed body. His index finger twitched, his lungs expanding to take in a much needed oxygen. In a blink of an eye, time seemed to resume for him again, and Khalil almost fell on his knees, gasping.

"What was that?" Khalil wondered out loud, Klein's distorted voice still ringing in his ears, like a staticky radio transmission on rainy days. He didn't know what happened, but he needed to find Klein. He needed to apologize for his wounding him.

Staring at his hand, Khalil found a smear of Klein's blood coating his palm. A pang of regret lashed at his heart. He shouldn't have played a prank to scare him.

Now, Klein might turn into someone like him prematurely. Not that he didn't plan to turn Klein into a werewolf. It's inevitable for human mates to turn once mated to a werewolf.

But Klein wasn't ready. Not yet. Khalil's heart clenched at the thought of Klein hating him because of it.

"I need to wash this off," Khalil said, walking to the sink.

Before turning the faucet on, a sweet aroma enveloped him. Khalil's nose twitched. He had caught the smell since Klein left, but the annoying perfume still clogged his nose, so he had been holding his breath, only breathing through his mouth.

Khalil took another curious sniff, bringing his bloodied hand to his nose. And like a heavy punch to his gut, his eyes dilated at the instantaneous effect Klein's blood brought to him. He fell on his knees as his bones crackled with unbearable pain.

"W-What's happening?!" Khalil snarled into his hands, then looked outside the small windows of the men's room. As far as he knew, it's not even a full moon yet. He should have full control of his transformation.

And he had only awakened when he turned sixteen two years ago—just like any other pup born from a werewolf family. When a pup entered this age, they would develop heightened senses, an increase in libido, and the ability to produce sharp claws and canines. But nothing more than that.

The process should take five years before a full transformation—on their twenty-first birthday. Khalil still had three years. But as his entire body contorted in fiery agony, it's as if his transformation had accelerated.

Khalil threw his head back as a silent scream erupted from his throat. His muscles tore and burned, almost literally. The heat was unbearable, so he tore his clothes into shreds, his skin glistening with sweat, steam rising from his shifting body.

Tears slipped out of his eyes, his eyeglasses falling to the floor as his face swelled and protruded into a furless wolf's head. One by one, his teeth twisted and broke, giving way to sharper canines.

This shouldn't be happening. It should take years for this process. It should be within his control to shift into this form after his twenty-first birthday; when necessary, when they needed to go into battle.

As Khalil wondered about it, his consciousness had begun to fade. But only for a moment. When he got a grasp of his mind again, he was licking the blood on his paw while jerking himself off.

Wait, what?

Khalil pushed himself off of the tiled floor, crinkling his nose in disgust at the nauseating smell of urine inside the men's room. There's only one scent he found appealing.

Following the scent, Khalil strutted to one particular urinal. Wait, why was he going there? But he could smell Klein in there. He took a sniff.

Yep. Definitely Klein's pee. He took a leak in here earlier.

Khalil shook his head and leaned away from the urinal. Why was he acting like a dog? Okay, one more sniff. He sneezed at the sulfuric smell.

Seriously, he needed to stop now.

With great effort, Khalil stopped himself from sniffing Klein's urine and turned around. The huge mirror in front of him reflected his transformed image. He almost didn't recognize himself.

His torso and arms still retained its human-like shape, but his head had turned into an actual wolf. Thick brown fur coated his outer arms, shoulders, neck, and the middle of his chest, while his pectorals, abdomen, and his inner legs had finer hair.

Khalil grabbed his torn pants and whined, finding himself unable to speak. He tried again, but only a couple of growls and whines came out.

Well, fuck. This was too sudden!

At the sound of approaching footsteps, Khalil's ears perked up. It wasn't Klein, he could tell. But they were on their way to the men's room. He eyed the slightly opened door.

Shit! He transformed while the door was open. What if someone saw him?

Khalil rushed to the door and pushed it close, barricading his body so they wouldn't be able to open it. Not long after, the doorknob jingled as the person from the side twisted it.

"What's wrong with this door? Is it broken?"

Khalil felt a push, but the door didn't budge. He kept his back pressed against the door. After a couple of more attempts, the person from the other side gave up and left, which was great because Khalil had this voice inside his head telling him the prey was getting away.

His stomach rumbled lowly. The transformation drained Khalil's energy, so the urge to hunt for food made him salivate. Then there's still the faint sweet scent of Klein's blood in the men's room.

Looking down at the floor, Khalil spotted the unmistakable blotch of blood that must have dripped from Klein's wound. He took a shuddering breath, and the sweet aroma gave life to his arousal.

Klein had always smelled enticing, like a lemon. There were many times Khalil had climbed to Klein's floor during the full moon because he couldn't resist the scent. It drove him insane.

If he could only take Klein like he wanted, he would have done so even if the other was asleep. Klein wasn't ready yet though, so he had to find an outlet. Khalil had mated with others to satisfy his growing needs.

Without regard to the dirty floor, Khalil crouched down to sniff the blood. He shuddered in euphoria, his hand reaching for his groin as he licked it clean. Just one drop and it already made him like a blood-thirsty vampire. Just one sniff and it already made him rut like an animal in heat.

Khalil's amber eyes glowed. He needed more of it. No, he wanted to mate with Klein!

Cracking the door open, Khalil peeked outside. It was already dark, but he could still perfectly perceive everything. His snout twitched, catching the sweet scent of Klein's blood nearby.

Khalil could trace the feint smell at the gate, but the strongest was leading him to one of the rooms nearby. He crept outside the men's room and followed the scent, his furry tail wagging in excitement.

Klein must have stayed because he's still here. He was waiting for him!

Khalil skipped in the empty hallway, avoiding places where a few students still lounged around. He reached the infirmary in no time and peeked inside. Klein's scent still lingered with a mixture of antiseptic, but he found it empty.

'Not here. Klein already left the infirmary.'

Gaze snapping at the direction of the gate, Khalil wagged his tail. He would have grinned, but his facial features wouldn't let him do human expressions in this state.

As Khalil ran down the plight of stairs, Klein's scent grew stronger. It's as if Klein turned back around and was running up the stairs to meet him.

Yeah, that must be it! Klein returned for him!

Or not.

Khalil stopped on top of the stairs he was in, gazing down at the man, who froze upon seeing him. He smelled the rising of instantaneous fear, but that wasn't his concern. His eyes zeroed on the blood smeared on Mr. Villanueva's shirt.

'What trickery is this?!'

"M-Monster!" Mr. Villanueva screamed and scrambled away, but Khalil had leaped from the top of the stairs and pounced on the fleeing man.

'Not so fast!' Khalil wanted to say, but it only came out as a snarl.

As their teacher screamed for help and squirmed under him, the more fascinated he became. Blood came out from where his claws dug on Mr. Villanueva's shoulders, seeping into the blue shirt he was wearing.

Khalil's mouth watered, followed by a growl of his stomach. He wanted to eat. He wanted to take a bite and satiate his hunger, but the last bit of his fading human sentience told him there's no turning back if he did.

Just as he was about to sink his teeth into his teacher's shoulder, approaching footsteps reached his ears.