A Wolf Or Man

It got to a point where the beast stopped walking. A male shirt, jeans, and sneakers were scattered on the floor where it stopped. then something remarkable occurred when the wolf-like creature started transforming into the shape of a man until he was completely transformed into a fully fleshly man—a teenage boy, really. He picked up the clothes and wore them, and a smile touched his lips before he sped off.

Clara got home feeling really tired. She was scared and completely exhausted. Walking up to her room, she threw her bag at one corner of the bed and collapsed on it, still wearing her shoes. Immediately she fell asleep and went straight to the dream world.

[ Clara's dream ]

She kept seeing flashes of the wolf creature, its eyes, teeth, and long, sharp claws, its massive head and body. In her dream, the wolf was chasing her through the woods, and she tripped and fell to the ground on the root of a large tree. The creature ran to meet her, it jumped on her body with its mouth fully opened.

[ Real world ]

 “Ahhhhhhh!” Clara woke up screaming. “It's okay, baby, it's just a nightmare,” Dr. Ellen said as she embraced Clara in a tight hug.

Clara kept shivering in fear as she held her mom back in a tight grip. She was sweating all over her body even though the room was cool enough. “It's alright, you are safe. I am here now, okay? Mummy won't let anything harm you, okay baby,” her mom said, petting her as if she was a little kid who needed closure. She then kissed her on her forehead. “You must be hungry, dinner is ready,” she said then came out from the bed. Dr. Ellen walked to the door, then stopped, glancing back at her daughter Clara, who still had this frightful look on her face. She wondered if something like a nightmare could make someone react like this. “Come down for dinner, okay,” she reminded me, then walked out the door, shutting it close after her

(Time: 9:00 pm Location: All Night Stripper Club)

 Weird sounds kept playing, it was actually music—a harsh loud music, and it was accompanied by scattering colorful lights. A hot lady in a bikini was dancing erotically on a pole, delighting the audience. Underage citizens were in their numbers, drinking alcohol and abusing drugs, and in practically every corner of the building one could find couples making out and having raw sex.

Amidst all these, three high school girls in very short gowns kept eyeing an unusually charming young man. He looked like a heavenly creature, his lips as red as wine, his skin as white as snow, and his eyes as blue as the sky. He was really beautiful. His golden hair made him stand out from the rest. He was like the sun as he commanded attention. He wasn't a regular at this place for sure. The girls would know as they partied here almost every night. His long black coat was touching the floor as he sat down at the bar stand with a glass of whiskey in his hand and his eyes scanning around like he was in search of something. And it settled on them.

Two of the three girls had black hair, while one was blonde. Obviously, the blonde was the prettiest among the three, and it was her who caught the attention of the handsome stranger.

Her eyes met with his, and he made a cute smile. Then he stood up from where he sat and walked towards the direction of the girls. They were already brimming with excitement as they noticed he was coming to meet them.

“Hello, beautiful ladies,” he cooed, greeting them with a classic bow of the head.

“I am Eric Damian,” he said, stretching out a hand towards the blonde, who just kept staring at his beautiful eyes.

“I am Natasha,” she said giggling and blushing as he kissed the back of her palm.

“Ladies, please permit me, I would like to borrow your friend for a dance,” he said to her two friends, who nodded excitedly, making a girly giggle.

The handsome stranger then led the girl to the dance floor, and oh boy! Did he have moves! He was such a great dancer that Natasha was left breathless, and the other girls around were envious of her because of the charming looking stranger.

After a great dance, Natasha led the handsome man out of the club to a lonely walk-path, with motives to make out with him. She was willing to go further than that, but if only she knew the plans he had for her.

She passionately kissed him, pushing him hard against a wall and pressing her body and lips

He kissed her back with the same force she was using on him, romancing her body all the while from her legs towards up to her chest.

Then he kissed her on her ears down to her neck and Natasha kept moaning softly. He spent time on her neck, kissing and licking it and she held his back tightly as she found even breathing difficult because of the pleasure he was making her feel....But suddenly that pressure turned into a sharp, agonizing pain as she felt his teeth sink inside her neck, the pain was so much she couldn't scream. Her mouth was just wind open and her hands held him at the back of his head.

His eyes turned into Reddish Brown as he sucked the life out of her.... 

The next day at Great Hill High School, Steven stood frozen in shock, his eyes fixated on Clara as she walked down the hallway. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. The way he looked at her, like she was a ghost, was because he and his minions had thought the creature in the woods must have devoured every single bone in her body. But there she was, smiling and chatting with her friends.

"How come she's alive?" Steven blurted out, his tone laced with disbelief and confusion as he watched Clara pass by.

"I don't know, boss," one of his friends replied, his voice tinged with a hint of fear.

"She must have managed to escape from the beast," another said, his words carrying a mix of awe and admiration.

"Obviously," Steven snapped back, his tone sharp and impatient. "Tell me something I don't know, like how the hell did she manage to pull that stunt because she was clearly on the floor when the beast jumped on us?"

"That I don't know, boss," his friend replied, his voice trembling slightly.

"Well, I'll find out soon," Steven declared, his eyes narrowing in determination.

Unbeknownst to Steven, Clara had caught sight of him and his foolish friends from where she was standing. She fought the urge to lash out at them, reminding herself that she was lucky to be alive after what happened the previous day.

"So, what do you think?" Anna asked, her voice cheerful and bubbly.

"Think of what?" Clara replied absentmindedly, her mind still preoccupied with the events of the previous day.

"Wait, don't tell me you didn't hear a single thing I was saying!" Anna exclaimed, her voice tinged with frustration.

"I'm so sorry, dear. Please, can you repeat yourself?" Clara said, her tone apologetic.

Anna let out a deep sigh. "I said, do you think I should ask Caleb out? I've been dropping all the hints in the world, but he's always buried in his books and stuff. He's totally clueless about my feelings for him."

Clara couldn't help but stifle a laugh at Anna's predicament. "Well, I don't really know what to say, but if you like him, I guess you should go after him, right?" she said, her tone sympathetic.

"Yes, exactly! I mean, why should boys always be the ones to make the first move? This is the 21st century, and girls can take charge too!" Anna declared, her voice full of confidence.

"Yeah, you're right. This is the 21st century, and girls rule!" Clara exclaimed, her tone enthusiastic.

Unbeknownst to Clara and Anna, someone else was watching them from a distance.

"You know you shouldn't have done what you did," Noah said, his voice stern and disapproving.

"I know, but I couldn't just let that fool hurt her," Adams replied, his voice tinged with guilt.

"I understand, but just hope that Lucian doesn't hear about this. He won't be happy, and you know what that means," Noah warned, his tone laced with apprehension.

"He won't find out, okay? No one saw me," Adams replied, his voice slightly shaky.