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Ravaged by the Werewolf at the Containment Center, by Jezebel Rose

Since she was a little girl, Linda wanted to help everyone around her, but she realized that it wasn’t always possible as she grew up. That never stopped her, and in her late twenties, she volunteered in a community kitchen when she wasn’t working. As a consequence, she had little to no social life, but she was happy like that.

It was during one of those days that she met Carlson. He was a young homeless man, probably around her age. He had kind eyes and long hair that got to his shoulders, as well as a scraggly beard. He was polite, and he always had presence of mind, so she wondered why he lived on the streets.

She didn’t see him one night, and she had a bad feeling about it. She asked one of the people who slept in the same park as he did.

“Hey Peter, have you seen Carlson?”

Peter was drunk but could still answer coherently, which Linda was thankful for.

“I saw him in the park a few hours ago; he seemed in pain.”

“Is he still there?”

“Probably, I don’t know.”

Linda told the other volunteers that she had to go because something came up. None of them minded because she was hard-working and was always going above and beyond. Plus, she was a volunteer, so she could technically leave whenever she wanted.

She took her apron off and left it there, and jumped on her car. She drove above the speed limit towards the park, worrying about the worst. She hoped that he wasn’t attacked or that he wasn’t severely ill.

Most of the park’s lights didn’t work. She had previously reported it to the appropriate authorities, but nobody lifted a finger without a ton of forms and procedures. Bureaucracy at its finest. She parked her car by the entrance, and she ran towards the area where the homeless people slept, but he was nowhere to be found. She was thankful that the full moon provided some additional light.

Linda ventured into the far end of the park, a place with no lights or people, and she was worried about being mugged, but she was more concerned about Carlson. She found him, eventually, curved into a ball on the ground.

Her heart skipped a beat, worrying for the worst. She ran there and kneeled next to him.

“Carlson. Can you hear me? Are you okay?”

“Who… is this?”

His voice was cracking and almost gone.

“I’m Linda, from the community kitchen. I’ll call 911.”

“No, don’t. Linda, listen, you need to get out of here.”

“What do you mean? I can’t leave you here like this.”

A deep growl built up in his throat. Linda fell to her ass in surprise.

“It’s the full moon. It does something to me,” he said.

“I’m staying with you.”

He tried to keep his transformation from happening, but it wasn’t possible anymore. His face morphed and his factions deformed, he grew fur all over his body, and his teeth turned into sharp fangs.

Linda was in shock, watching how the thin man that she always served food for turned into a monster before her eyes. He was a werewolf, just like the ones from the folk tales.

He looked at her with the saddest eyes. He no longer looked in pain, which she was thankful for, but she was still in shock.

“I didn’t want you to see me like this,” he said, with a more resonant voice than usual. “This happens every full moon, so I come to the far end of the park to avoid being seen. How did you find me?”

“One of your friends told me that you looked in pain today, and I got worried.”

The werewolf was hidden under a blanket of darkness, barely illuminated by the moon, but she could see a smile on his face.

“Don’t worry,” he said, “I won’t return to the community kitchen. I’ll find somewhere else.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m a monster. I don’t even know why you’re still here.”

“You’re not a monster; you’re Carlson. And I’m still here because I want to, and I’m not scared of you.”

She swore that she saw a tear running down his face, but she wasn’t sure because of the darkness engulfing them.

“How long does it take for you to… get back to normal?”

“Until the sun comes up.”

“I’ll wait here with you in that case.”

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