I hope you enjoy today’s flash fiction, Half Moon Rising.
Half Moon Rising
by Anjela Curtis
Finding a werewolf pack that would take in a mutant werewolf was a bitch.
In werewolf terms, Lacy was what her lycanthropic counterparts referred to, derisively, as a mutt. As the child of a human mother and werewolf father, both of whom died in a plane crash, Lacy didn’t turn into a large wolf during full moons. Her change only occurred during the half-moon risings–when the moon was partially full—which was twice a month as it waned and the waxed.
Because she didn’t change into wolf form during her moon-times, humans rarely suspected her as the monster next door. At worst, her change made her hungrier, hairier, grumpier, and stronger. Nothing that couldn’t be explained off by hormones.
Still, no matter the percentage, she was a werewolf. As a werewolf, she needed a pack. Her mutation made acceptance into a pack virtually impossible. Yet, she’d keep trying. Living out of her car wasn’t a good look.
So when the Alpha she had spotted around campus approached her at her favorite cafe, she was incredulous. He was pack. Her nose confirmed it; and, had the aura of an Alpha, though none of the facial scars denoting his fight to the top. He was an oddity as well as very attractive. He definitely had her attention.
“Word is that you’ve been making the rounds to all the area packs,” he stated with no preamble.
“What’s it to you?”
“There are a few of us here on campus that couldn’t find packs to take us in. So we made our own. We’re extending you an invitation,” he answered, running a hand through thick locks that looked perfect, even when tousled. He was stunning to look at, as was the case with most pack Alphas. The chorus of sighs and breath intakes at his gestured confirmed the coeds at surrounding tables thought so too.
Lacy replied dryly, “Forgive me if I have a hard time believing you’re somehow genetically deficient.” He smiled self-consciously and averted his eyes, obviously uncomfortable discussing his looks.
“You of all people should know that looks can be deceiving.”
Lacy bristled a bit at his implication, but she let it pass. He was pack Alpha who had just averted his gaze before a perspective pack mate of unknown dominance. How weird was that? She was too intrigued by his body language to care about the slight.
“Is there a trial period or something?”
“Wow. Desperate much?”
“Listen,” he replied, irritated. “It’s an invitation, not a marriage proposal. Join, don’t join. It doesn’t matter to me,” He stood up to leave. Then paused. “When you locate your dignity and decided to stop begging from pack to pack, here’s where you’ll find us.” He dropped a folded sheet of paper on the table and walked off.
Lacy smirked as he left. So, the Alpha had a bark at least. She unfolded the paper to find an address on the remote end of town. It was time to go meet the rest of her new pack mates.
2017 © Anjela Curtis