Werewolf Boyfriend Rohit (special preview)

The man turns around and looks at you. In the light of the fire you see his hair is long and bright red. “You’re sweating.”

You rise from the ground, keeping an eye on him. “Who are you?”

He stands up, and for the longest time you had been so certain Big Billy was the biggest creature you had ever seen. Well, this not-so-jolly red giant could give Billy and his family a run for their money.

“Who-” you tremble. “Who are you?”

He walks away from you and steps into the shadows. He then drags out a decapitated deer. He digs his bare hands into it, ripping at the flesh and then placing it on a hot rock in the fire. It sizzles and you feel gastly ill.

You turn, vomiting behind you.

As you cough and retch the red giants hand covers your back.

You whip around, knocking his hand back. “Don’t touch me!”

He pushes passed your hand and touches your cheeks and forehead. He smooths your hair out of your face.

“Please let that be the clean hand,” you think to yourself.

The red giant stands up and wordlessly walks away. He walks to the stream nearby and reaches inside. He then comes back, carrying a bowl of water. He presses it to your lips and you take a drink.

“Stop,” you shove his arm back. Your hands look so tiny on his forcep. 

He sets the bowl aside. “You need to drink.”

You frown up at him. “Are you...are you the werewolf who chased me.”

He tilts his head and his red hair falls in front of his face.

“Why were you chasing me?” You whimper, keeping your hands on his arm just in case.

He points back and you see the cave.

“Humans aren’t allowed there,” he says. “For generations, my family has lived and died in that cave.”

“I was just returning a bat,” you snap at him.

“And I was making sure you’d never want to come back. A good fright will do that.” He pulls his arm away from you. “I wasn’t going to hurt you. I could have.”

You grimace at him. “That’s not reassuring me.”

“You avoided the deer,” he says.

You furrow your brow. “Yeah,” you grumble. “What about it?”

He stands up and walks over to the fire. Using sticks he flips the slab or ripped meat over. It sizzles again and you reach for the water to gulp it down along with your rising gut.

“I’ll take you back in the morning,” he says. “For now, you belong to the woods.”

“You’re a Red Wolf,” you say. “You’re endangered like the bat I was returning.” You remember the list, you had looked over it often while taking care of the bat.