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the fact that she had
a visitor with her, making the cat sit up and take notice. As soon as Anthony
looked at the cat, the cat hissed and took off to Sky’s bedroom, going straight
under the bed.
    “I’ve never seen him act like that before,” Sky explained, as she
turned on the kitchen light.
    “I would bet that he has never met a werewolf before either,”
Anthony replied, following her into the kitchen.
    “You really believe that you’re really an actual werewolf don’t you?
I know what we talked about back at my work, I even believe some of it, but
aren’t you taking the whole turning into a big wolf thing a bit too far?”
    “Here I thought we had an understanding,” he said walking up behind
her as she put coffee grounds into the coffee pot. “Is this better?” Then he
growled a deep guttural sound that could only be made by a wild animal.
    She jumped spilling coffee grounds everywhere, letting out a small
surprising yelp at the same time. He suddenly took her in his arms from behind,
holding her in a tight embrace, then started a slow
growl right next to her ear. He could feel Sky’s heart speed up, and smell the
fear that radiated from her as he snapped his teeth together. She trembled in
his arms not only from the fear of the unworldly presence at her back, but from
the fact that she was finding what he was doing, seductively arousing. She
turned in his arms and looked up at him. He then sat her up on the counter
spreading her legs, and pulling her as close to him as he could.
    “I’m pleased to see this look in your eyes,” he said massaging her
thighs. “I am sorry about the dramatics that I used at my home.”
    “Boy was I pissed about that. I wish you would have tried to explain
things first, but to be honest, after I had time to calm down, I was a little
flattered that you would want someone like me,” she explained, lowering her
eyes.
    “I find you more beautiful every time I look at you,” he said
smoothing his hand closer to her hip. “Why wouldn’t I want you?”
    Sky pushed him back and hopped off the counter, excusing herself to use the bathroom. Anthony cleaned up the mess
that he caused her to make and finished making the coffee while she was in the
other room.
    Sky stood in the bathroom pacing every few minutes, thinking about
how his hands felt going up her thighs, giving her chills all over her body.
She looked in the mirror, then wiped off the lipstick
that had smeared when he kissed her back at work. “All this time,” she thought.
She sat down on lid of the closed toilet and took off the boots that were now
killing her feet. She pulled out the sweats from the hamper that she’d worn the
night before. Once she took off the skirt, she slowly pulled the knee high
stocking down over the wound that had gotten progressively worse throughout the
day, then decided it might be better to put something else on so that Anthony
could take a look.
      She got up and looked out the
bathroom door then snuck into her bedroom down the hall, wearing only her shirt
and panties, and grabbed a pair of shorts out of the dresser, putting them on as
well as changing into a tank top. She then went back to the kitchen where
Anthony waited, setting at the table.
    “I need you to take a look at this if you will?” she said sitting in
the chair next to Anthony. “I think you may have scratched me with something
rusty.”
    The wound had turned blackish in color ,
with red spider web type lines crawling up her leg to mid-thigh, coming from
several areas of the wound. Anthony took her leg, lifting it up he layed it across his lap. He ran his hand over her upper
thigh where the red lines ended and traced them to the place where they began,
stopping right before his hand touched the initial wound. He circled the wound
with the tips of his fingers, closing his eyes, remembering the taste of her
blood, then slowly opened them turning his head
slightly in her direction.
    “Is it painful?”
    “Not too