There were only flashes of light and a few grunts and words, but it was all so hazy. The detached chair arm finally broke, but that didn’t deter me from clinging to him with my claws as I punched him over and over again. He hobbled to the camera and gave a shaky thumbs up.
“That’s all the time we have for today—ow—and, uh hopefully you come back and watch us again,” Roscoe said before ending the stream. He was able to reach the nape of my neck and give it a squeeze, which made my entire body go limp.
“Calm down, Cody.” He held my arms in place, and the angry haze subsided. “Damn, I didn’t think you’d get that upset.”
I didn’t respond at first, my head swimming as though I’d just gotten off a Tilt-a-Whirl.
“What the hell just happened?”
He let me go and sat on our mattress while rubbing his head, which was bleeding a little. “I guess I went a bit too far. Next time, I’ll have to make sure to tie you up better.”
I limped over to the bedroom door, my dripping shirt leaving a beaded trail. “Do werewolves grow things back?”
It took Roscoe a few seconds to respond. “Whhyyy?”
“Let’s say that tonight, when you fall asleep, I cut something off with a chef’s knife. Will it grow back?”
“Okay, Cody. I know yer upset, but… man, I’m feelin’ kind of woozy.”
I turned around, grimacing. “You should go to sleep,” I growled before walking into the hall toward the bathroom, holding the broken chair arm. “I’ve got a half-turn to beat the shit out of.”
An hour later
I sat on the couch in a bathrobe, scrolling through social media while Roscoe was either giving me space or sleeping off a mild concussion. Adam had hightailed it out of the house before I could get to him, and Austin was gone too. The quiet was a wonderful change of pace from the rushing blood through my ears earlier.
Taking in a deep breath, I looked down at the thicker, fur-like hair covering my arms and chest. It wasn’t far along like Adam’s, but my body had definitely undergone some kind of change. Even my teeth felt a little sharper.
Cautious footfalls crept through the hallway, stopping at the bathroom as the door shut.
“You better clean all the piss off that floor,” I shouted from the couch to no response.
The toilet flushed, and the bathroom door opened. Sluggish footsteps grew louder until a regretful-looking werewolf poked his head out from around the corner.
“We uh… we got like a thousand followers off that,” he said, his ears sinking off to the side. “I’m sorry.”
“You’re not sorry! You’d do it again, wouldn’t you?”
“We just made five grand! You bet I would!”
“Wait, what? Are you for real?”
“People loved it.”
“You were reenacting that scene inReservoir Dogswhile pissing on me. How the hell did that get a thousand followers?”
“Maybe it was the dynamic,” he said, plopping down next to me. I snarled, and he scooted a little farther away. “The angrier you got, the more people loved it. Comedy and porn. That’s somethin’ ya don’t see every day.”
“I don’t care how much money we made. If you ever do something like that again, I may hold true to my threat earlier.”
Roscoe grinned.
“I’m not joking.”
“Look, I’m genuinely sorry. I thought you’d find it funny. Hell, I’ll let you pee on me next time. How’s that sound?”
“Why are these words still coming out of your mouth right now? I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t want to think about it. I don’t even want to remember it. As far as we’re concerned, it never happened.”
He opened his mouth, but I cut him off.
