All Chapters of Fangs And Fur: A Werewolf Story : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Aidan woke the next morning with a faceful of hair. He spluttered and gasped, trying to get it out of his mouth. It took him a full minute to realise that he was in a comfy bed, with easy warmth around him.A whole minute to pull his thoughts together. That was a first for him.He wasn't used to sleeping this peacefully. In fact, he hadn't had a full night of sleep in so many years. Usually he was up from bed the moment he opened his eyes. No time to laze around in bed. His sleep in the past few weeks after his father's death had been troubled, to say the least. He would go to bed and few minutes into his sleep, the nightmares would start . Several recurring images of his father dying, of Lauren almost getting killed by her father, of the whole battle scene at the laboratory. The bodies of several Lycans littering the parkng lot of the laboratory. The images played over and over in his head like a faulty video player: a few more minutes into it and the screams and cold sweat would s

Lia watched Aidan's retreating back through the transparent kitchen door, then snorted. "Good riddance."The whole room was suspended in awkward silence, Beth and Katherine exchanging worried glances and Lauren staring daggers at her friend, who was avoiding her eyes, still staring at the closed kitchen door. Lauren stood up from her chair with a creak and turned towards the door. "I'm going to see if Eric's awake." She muttered and walked out of the kitchen, then climbed the staircase.Lauren understood Lia's anger, but she wasn't ready to condone it. The girl had probably done worse than any of them with the words she had said earlier. Perhaps if her friend knew the reason behind Aidan's actions, she'd be led to forgive him.She wondered if Aidan would come back to the house after finding the other men, and she doubted it. She had seen firsthand how he had quite literally put miles between them, because he had felt guilty for betraying her. Lauren knew he would do much worse this ti

Lia turned back to Eric, who was playing with the waffles on his plate. "Human." She greeted."Werewolf." He answered, then paused. "You're a werewolf too, right?"Lia's eyes widened. "Did Lauren tell you all about us?"Eric nodded. "She did, but I would have figured it out myself anyway. I'm smart that way."She wrinkled her nose, sitting on his bedside chair. "Oh, how modest."Eric smiled. "Well, it's my strong point." He looked at the tiny werewolf girl, who was humming something under her breath and fiddling with a rubber band on her wrist. She looked like she couldn't be more than sixteen, but her face was weary, as though she'd seen one too many battles. She was wearing a large plaid shirt—too large for her small frame—and a pair of camouflage pants and combat boots to match. Her hair had a blue streak on the side, and slowly realisation began to dawn on Eric."You're...that girl." He said in a breathless voice.Lia looked up. "I frankly have no idea what you're talking about. J

Aidan grabbed Lauren's hand and pulled her out the front door. Together they both walked into the woods that bordered Beth's house, towards the general direction of Lauren's cabin and the pack's lair."Have you ever met the Council of Alphas?" Aidan asked after some thought."Oh, yes." Lauren replied. Then she added. "At your father's funeral.""And what were they like to you?"Lauren grimaced. "Oh, they're the worst. For some reason, they think humans are not worth their time in general." When Aidan raised an eyebrow, she continued. "During the funeral, they walked up to me. I guessed they thought I was something very special because I am Dr Makovsky's daughter. They were probably pissed too that I had invited humans like Axel and Beth to a strict werewolf ceremony. When Beth stood up to shake their hands, the bastards ignored her."Aidan raised both eyebrows in surprise. "Oh!""I'd never disliked anyone as terribly as those men." Lauren shook her head. "Why do we need a Council of A

The bus that took Mike from Beacontown back to Perkins smelled just as bad as the one that had brought him. Mike hated buses: the acrid stench of other people's sweat pressing against his nose, the smell of takeout food and gasoline that seemed to hang like a cloud over everyone's heads, the _bump bump_ of the bus on speed bumps that left him sick to his stomach when he got down.He'd had no choice but to take the bus. Beth had vehemently refused when he wanted to morph into his wolf form and run all the way to Perkins.Mike was still assessing his relationship with Beth. Theirs was a strained one at best, and he could not look at her without remembering the way she'd smiled down at him when he was strapped to the experiment table, the headlight above her turning her deep red hair golden. The feeling of immense hatred that had coursed through his veins alongside the werewolf Serum, that had changed his life forever.She'd turned him to the monster he was, and there was no moving away