The Werewolf and the Human

No

“No,” I said flatly. I had no interest in what they were offering me. Why would I? 

              “Excuse me?” the large man in front of me said. He seemed a little less intimidating than when he glared at me outside the restroom, but he still was terrifying.

              “I have no reason to say yes,” I said flatly.

              It was weird as I glanced behind the slightly terrifying man to Mr. Museum. He was in awe of me or terrified for me. It was one or the other. It seemed that not many men said no to the terrifying man in front of me and got to live, that is. “You have a reason to say yes because I asked you to.”

              “But that is not a reason.”

              “It is.”

              I looked down at my hands and swallowed a little harder. “It is not a reason. It might be for you, but that is for you. What makes this a good decision for me?”

              “Because I told you it was.”

              “So?” I asked, my eyes still looking down at my hands. I was not this confident normally. Normally, I could barely say the things that I wanted to. Normally, I could barely think the words I wanted to say, but he was different, and I felt different around him. It’s hard to explain. It’s almost as if being near him gave me strength. He gave me a power inside myself that was not normally there. Or maybe he helped me find it. He helped me find a strength I buried deep inside me, and I only found it when I was saving wolves in danger.

              “So?” the scary man responded. He repeated exactly what I said, and almost in the exact tone. He took a step closer to me, and my head picked up, and I looked up to his eyes. His steel-blue eyes, staring me down. There was a part of me, and I don’t know how big of a part that wanted him. I wanted him. I wanted him to take me there. I wanted him to rip my clothes off and take me right there and then. I didn’t even care what happened to my clothes. I just wanted him to take me.

              Of course, I tried not to think about that. I had to protect myself. I had to think of something else. I had to think about anything else. “Why should I trust something you say?” I said, trying to breathe, but that seemed impossible. He felt like he was stealing my oxygen, or maybe the better statement is I gave it to him.

              “Because I said it,” he said. I would be insane saying this to anyone else, but there felt like there was a growl in his voice.

              “And that makes it something that I should consider because…” I looked over at Jackie, and she seemed to be wanting to say something, but it seemed this wasn’t her space. It was. She had every right to say something. “What?”

              “I just believe this could be interesting. You’ve been saying you need to do something more,” Jackie said, scooting a little closer to me.

              I looked away from her. “I have said that, but moving wasn’t one of them.”

              “It could be,” she said softly.

              “I don’t want to move alone. I wouldn’t know anyone…”

              Before I could continue, Mr. Scary man interrupted me. “You know me.”

              I turned my head to look at him. Could he make that claim? I wouldn’t have made that claim. There was no way I would make that same claim. Was he mad? “I don’t even know your name, sir. How am I supposed to make the claim I know you?”