He jumped backwards, knocking into the computer desk and sending the papers and books stacked on the side tumbling to the floor. Garrett let the wolf slide back down until he knew he looked normal again. “Sit down before you fall down.” He reached out to grab Chad’s arm. His friend jerked away from him and Garrett took several steps back and waited. It took Chad three attempts before the words, “What are you,” came out. “For lack of a better word, a werewolf.” Garrett watched Chad’s face and didn’t say anything else. They stared at one another for long minutes. The house was quiet, the ticking of a clock echoed in the silence and Garrett crossed the room to put some distance between them. When Chad had recovered, he took a deep breath and released it. “Werewolves don’t exist.” Garrett grinned. “I’ll assure you they do.” He held up his hand, called the beast until his claws grew. “There’s more, but if I do a complete shift, I’ll be stuck in that form for a while.”
