Federal Agent
Werewolf Division
"Let's not forget the zombies after you?" Nick added, collected a donut from the box on the table, and munched.
"You have zombies chasing you?" Faith asked.
"Yeah, recent dead, long time dead. I don't know why but they all seem intent on attacking me. I think there must be someone in control of them but I can't even guess at whom that might be."
"How can somebody control the dead?" Faith stopped herself with a shake of her head. "Wrong question, not how, but who can raise the dead and control them. That's not medical science, no class I ever took anyways."
"Voodoo has legends about it. Witchcraft, certainly," Laston suggested. "But that's all myth."
"Like everybody here's belief in werewolves until a couple of weeks ago," Nick added.
"I'm sorry, but I know you're living this and these two have seen you change, but I'm still having trouble with the werewolf thing." Faith sipped her coffee and stared at me.
"I understand." That easily, I transformed and the werewolf was sitting at the table.
Laston jumped back hard, and Faith was frozen.
I reached out and took one of the donuts and stuffed it into my muzzle, with a grin. I swallowed it whole.
Nick reached over and thumped my left ear, which make me turn his direction. "Stop showing off, you burn too much energy going back and forth. You need to rest in your human form. Now change back."
I did.
Laston leaned across the table toward me. "You're lucky I didn't shoot you. Don't do that as a trick, again."
Nick pointed at Laston. "Listen to her."
"Okay, okay, no harm done." I looked over at Faith. "Are you okay? That was mean and stupid of me. I'm sorry."
"That's incredible. At will, you change at will."
"Now, yes, but not at first," I explained. "Something else you might need to know. When I get tranquilized, the change is forced, and messy."
"It's like the wolf exterior melts away. Fur, flesh, teeth, nails, they just sort of drop off. A puddle of werewolf, with Cheryl unconscious in the middle of it," Nick finished.
"Well, I can't comment on what I've never seen, and Nick and Laston are right. You do need to rest. You're thinner than the first time I saw you." Faith pushed the bowl of fruit toward me. "Better for you than the donuts."
"Thanks." I picked up an apple.
"If you're willing, and after you have recovered sufficiently, I'd . . ." Faith stopped.
"You want to dart me. You want to see the change and the werewolf melt," I finished for her.
"It's not my field. I doubt I can help. I don't know what I'm offering."
"Okay. When I'm strong enough, you can see the full show." I looked at Nick. "Is that okay with you?"
"You don't need my permission," he said. "But yes, I trust Faith."
I knew I did not need his permission, but I needed it for me.
"We were discussing, before you woke up and interrupted us, our next move. We can't hide in a freeway motel forever." Laston changed the focus of our discussion. She reached to the floor, picked up a backpack, and removed the pouch I had given her at my penthouse. The pouch she pushed across the table to me.
