Howler's

Friday night came around far quicker that I hoped it would. And as soon as I got home from work, I was thrust into a shower and then primped and made up until I looked like a barbie doll staring back at me in the mirror.

Elle had spent what felt like hours clipping in hair extensions, only to pull my hair back into a high ponytail at the top of my head. My straight hair swinging down my back like a thick rope. She had accentuated my high cheek bones with some well-placed contour, and finished the look off with a smoky eye. Happy enough at the reflection, and at least she hadn’t made me look like a drag queen, I nodded my approval and moved onto the outfit that she had picked out for me.

Just as I had feared, the outfit was far too short, and showed way more than I felt comfortable in showing. The highly sequined backless number was nothing but a scrap of fabric covering my arse and chest. It fastened around my neck in a halter style, the front sweeping down exposing my cleavage. The back stooped down to a mere few centimetres from the top of my arse, leaving the entirety of my back on display. It left little for the imagination, and due to the cut, I couldn’t even holster my boobs in a bra. But Elle was determined that I would look out of place with my usual jeans and blouse. And that in this, I would blend in better. We eventually met in the middle with a black blazer to wear over the top so that I at least felt a little less exposed.

Elle’s dress was even more revealing, if that were even possible. Her own a bright shade of red. The front of it was slit right down to her naval, and it fit her like a second skin. She looked hot, don’t get me wrong, and she wore the dress with a confidence that would have all the men drooling over her all night.

When we eventually made it to the club, the building was already heaving. A que wrapped around the outside and down the road. Inside the music was palpitating, the vibrations pumping through the ground and up my legs with each shaky step we took.

Luckily the bouncer barely took any notice of us as Elle showed him the tickets and moved aside to let us in. She smirked in smug satisfaction at the very fact that we weren’t even asked to show ID. Probably more a testament to the amount of leg we were both showing off rather than us looking the right age.

One thing she was absolutely right on though, was the sheer volume of gorgeous men there were squeezed into one small space.

Each and everyone of them seemed to be sculpted by the hand of God himself. All dressed to the nines, smelling of heaven and nursing bottles of beer as they sway along to the music.

More than one took note as we walked by, the odd wink coming our way as we made our way to the bar. Situations like this I would usually find uncomfortable, but tonight I found myself enjoying the little buzz of being the centre of attention. The flirtatious winks and side eyes as the men eyed us up. For the first time in my life, I felt sexy.

“Two gin and tonics.” Elle called to the bar man over the banging music. She throws some money his way, before he hands over our order to us.

“Happy Birthday Si.” Elle takes a huge gulp whilst wiggling her bum to the time of the music. Taking a tentative sip of the concoction myself, I decide that it wasn’t so bad after all.

I hadn’t really had much of an opportunity to drink. Perhaps just a sneaky pint of beer every now and then in our room, but I was never really fused over it. I hated the taste of beer, and only ever drank it to not seem like the odd one out. I was pleasantly surprised at just how easy the gin was going down, and just how little an effect it was having on me. Gin was supposed to be strong right? But I barely felt any side effect at all.

Finishing my second, I pull Elle away from the boy she was talking to and pull her towards the dance floor.

“Come dance with me!” I call out to her. She smiles back with a knowing look, nodding as she follows me towards the centre of the floor.

Moving my hips to the beat of the music, I soon get lost in the song, barely even noticing the hands that come to wrap around my hips, and the strong muscular body pressed up against my back.

“What’s your name beautiful.” A voice speaks beside my ear. His tone was seductive, and I found myself leaning back against him.

“Sienna.” I reply breathlessly.

“Beautiful name for such a beautiful she-wolf.” He replies. I barely even noticed what he had said, assuming that it was a pet name. All I could think about was the heady scent of pinecones wafting around me, making me lose all other coherent thought.

With each beat of the music, my heart rate seemed to escalate to match that of the tempo and with it my body heat. I was beginning to feel hot, really hot. And that scent. Where was that scent coming from.

The strong arms around me pulled my back, pressing me harder against their strong muscular frame, and dare I say, his now rock hard dick pressing against my rear.

“I need to go to the bathroom.” Just like that, the mere thought of being anywhere near this man, made me feel physically sick. I pull away, shaking my head to try and clear my mind of the fogginess that was residing there.

“Hay, don’t leave sweetheart.” The man’s voice called out to me. I barely even notice him talking as I race away, bumping into couple after couple as I go. All I knew was that I needed air.

Pushing past, I manage to find my way to the ladies’ toilet. Stumbling into the bathroom stall and shutting the door behind me.

I could still feel thrum of the music coming from the other side of the door, and the feeling of being hot refused to die down, if anything it continued getting worse. My stomach rolling with the mixture of alcohol and scent that refused to leave my nostrils.

Not able to hold it back anymore, I lean over the toilet and throw up what ever was left in my stomach. It didn’t matter how many times I threw up, my body refused to cool down.

A thin sheen of sweat was beginning to form across my brow, only worsening with each second that past, and the undying feeling of needing to throw up continued. Boiling in the pit of my stomach like lava and rising up through my body.

Just when I thought I couldn’t bare anymore, suddenly a stabbing sensation shoots down my arm, right to the very points of my fingers. I look down in open fear as the bones in my hand begin to move under the skin. Shifting and rolling around uncomfortably until my hand rearranges itself, elongating into a long taloned paw.

I couldn’t help the scream that rose from my mouth as I look down at my disfigured hand.

“What the hell is happening to me!”