Chapter Four

Two months later

I roll over in bed, pushing the piece of ass I just had last night off of me. Nancy, Jenny, hell, I don't even know her name, and I don't plan on seeing her twice. Clubbing, drinking, and fucking that's become my new life with the money Tara gave me, I often feel guilty for even taking it. 

 My feet land on the floor, and I climb out of bed. My head was pounding, I hadn't phased into a wolf for quite some time, and I know he was growing impatient and wanting to come out.

 Shortly after I left the group home, I discovered I was a werewolf, when my body became supernaturally warm in a bar fight. I left the bar just in time for fur to start appearing on my arms. Seeking an answer from my mom, which the only way I communicated with her was by letter form, she verified my dad was a werewolf. 

I know having anger issues, and being a werewolf, was not going to be a good idea for me. 

I hear a morning moan escaping the mouth of the girl in my bed. She was beautiful, even being drunk, I have an exceptional taste.

She looks around the room and smiles when she sees me. 

"Morning sunshine."

"Cuddle?" She looks so innocent and sweet, opening her arms to me.

"I don't do that."

She gets out of bed and walks towards me with only a sheet wrapped around her. 

"Then what was last night?"

"A one-night stand."

 I see her swallow down a lump of pain in her throat. 

"You're the kind of man who."

I interrupt her train of thought. "You're the kind of girl who sleeps with a man, she just meant?"

My eyes watch as she gathers her clothes and storms towards the door. I watch as she rubs her backside, which was obviously bothering her with the quick movement she just made. 

"You enjoyed it at the time". I laugh. I know she was drunk last night too, and is having trouble recalling every detail. My dick obviously remembers, you rarely find a girl who's down for anal sex. I should keep her around, if I was smart.

She rolls her eyes, storming out the door.