Teeth (H.S. werewolf)

Ch. 5: What I've Become

Harry and Louis did not get any more sleep that night. They sat in front of Harry's laptop well into the daylight hours, trying to dig up as much information as they possibly could to prepare for the night ahead.

According to various sources offered by the original article that they had found, Harry did not have a pleasant experience waiting for him.

"A newly turned werewolf will be forced to shift forms during every full moon. They will not have control over their instincts and may not be able to tell friend from foe, making them very volatile and potentially lethal." Louis read aloud.

Harry shuddered, fear gripping him. "What are we going to do, Louis? If this is what's going to happen to me tonight, I could hurt you. You need to get out of here!" He pleaded.

"No, Harry. I'm going to stay and make sure you get through it. I'm not leaving you to suffer this alone." He said firmly. "I have a plan." He added, moving to the door that led to the garage.

Harry followed Louis into the space where the workout equipment sat. Louis walked over to the wall where a long length of chain was hung. Harry froze in disbelief.

"You don't mean to use that on me do you? I feel like a criminal." He said incredulously.

Louis deadpanned, "I'm using this to keep you from becoming one. We can use these leather exercise cuffs to wrap the chains around your legs. It will keep you contained in here.. hopefully."

"And what are you going to do if it doesn't?" Harry asked, crossing his muscled arms.

Louis looked around the room. "Well uh... I can use this." He said, grabbing a pitching wedge out of a nearby golf bag. "I've got a mean swing."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Louis, you know that's not going to stop me if I become a..." he stopped. He hadn't yet said the word aloud. The word that he supposed now described what he was. No longer just human. "A wolf." He whispered.

Louis stared at him a moment. "I'll bar the door. Don't worry, Harry. I won't let you get out. I won't let you hurt me, or anyone else. I'm smarter than I look, I'll figure it out." He insisted.

Harry could only hope that Louis knew what he was talking about.

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They spent the day clearing out the garage, giving Harry plenty of room to... do whatever he was going to do, and ensure that any valuables would be spared.

Louis made Harry eat pretty much all day long, not that he really objected. He was always hungry these days, his metabolism must have increased dramatically.

Currently scarfing down an entire platter of raw ribs, Harry looked at Louis in question, "Why make me eat all of this?"

Louis eyed him with slight disgust as he tore into the uncooked meat. "I'm thinking the less hungry you are once you turn, the less likely you'll want to eat me. Or anyone else for that matter." He admitted.

It made sense. He continued to eat, wanting to do whatever he could to take the edge off.

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Sundown came much faster than Harry wanted it to. His body felt jittery, as if he were becoming uncomfortable in his own skin. Perhaps he was, considering the fact that he'd most likely be exchanging this skin for another in a matter of hours. Perhaps the beast inside of him was roaring to come out.

He and Louis made their way back to the garage, locking the door that led to the house. They had placed sheets of scrap metal over the windows, and only left the side door unlocked, the door which Louis would use as his escape when the time came.