“I have something to tell you.” She said gravely.
Michael’s expression flatting to appear nonchalant at the tone of voice. Alarm bells went off in his head as he watched her position herself between him and the door.
“The dog that bit you last night. It wasn’t a dog.”
“Let me guess, you’re going to tell me that it’s some fantasy creature or hybrid thing, right? All that LARPing you do is going to your head.”
“Well yeah. Kind of. You see the LARP isn’t real. I mean it is. But it’s how we hide in plain sight.”
Michael sighed. He didn’t have time for her fairytales and supernatural mumbo jumbo. He needed to get to the doctor and see if he needed a rabies shot. It was the last time he tried to help a stray. He hoped the dog catcher got that damn German Shepard.
“Wait? Did you just say we?”
Tabitha twisted her fingers nervously. “Yeah. I am one too. We shift to wolves on the full moon.”
“A werewolf,” Michael practically screeched.
“We prefer the term moon doggies.”
Michael scoffed. “For werewolves? Could you be any less? I don’t know, cringe.”
Tabitha snorted indignantly, “We’re werewolves! Not teenaged hormonal EMO angst. Moon doggies is a cool identifier.”
Michael started pacing again, stopping to look at his two coworkers just long enough to drag his fingers down the front of his face before making the circuit again. “This isn’t real. You’re just pulling my leg, having a laugh behind my back for all the things I said about your stupid make-believe dress up nerd thing.”
Tabitha watched the man indulgently and tried to pat his shoulder sympathetically. “Werewolves don’t pull legs. That’s zombie territory and you don’t want to go there. It’s just gross. But you’ve got a couple of days till the moon is full. Why don’t you relax and think of a good werewolf bite story to tell everyone at the LARPing?”
Tabitha held up two fingers making air quotes around the last word. She turned around and headed for the door. Elizabeth following close behind.
The door closed behind them. Blocking out the sound of an adult temper tantum to those without supernatural hearing were forced to endure.
“This is going to be hilarious, and I want front row seats. Please invite me. I gotta watch him taken down a peg or two. Your pack is going to eat him alive.”
Tabitha sighed dramatically flipping her long brunette hair over her shoulder. “Ewe! Just biting him was nasty. Why would we eat him? That’s your territory.”
“Please. We don’t eat the body. Blood’s our holy grail.”