Deadly eyes savored the sweet sight of fear on the other side of the pool. A creepy stare lingered on Jesse's quivering frame, pleased by the sounds his heart made. A grin that could only be described as demonic slowly turned into the smirk of Hades.

A cruel vicious creature that thought it was funny to play with his prey for days has finally shown up to claim what was his.

"Hey, blondie," T-Bone said. "I missed ya."

Every ounce of Jesse's being begged him to run, to stay as far away from that beast. That stalker. That, that... psychopath. But his whole body was stuck, frozen in a slow agonizing nightmare. A gut-wrenching dread left a bad taste in his mouth, on the verge of throwing up upon catching those monstrous flaming eyes, upon hearing that evil voice, upon seeing him.

Simply the sight of him physically made Jesse sick.

That initial reflex that brought him on his two feet only got him so far. After that, Jesse couldn't move, couldn't speak, and—to some extent—couldn't breathe. That pleasant breeze he had enjoyed earlier with the company of his best friend turned into thick ominous air, suffocating him, draining the life out of him.

No matter how much he inhaled, his lungs begged him for more. Breathe. Breathe! WHY CAN'T YOU FUCKIN' BREATHE! But he was breathing. Hyperventilating. His rapid inhales and exhales left him lightheaded, dizzy, and wobbly.

Just when he was about to fall, Gray grabbed him.

"I-it's him," Jesse was finally able to utter a sound, a miserable shaky voice. "Oh, dear Lord. Gray, it's him."

Gray felt everything Jesse was experiencing. He felt his fear, his suffering, his helplessness. He heard his pounding heartbeats. He held his shaking body. He witnessed the color drain from his once beautiful lively face. And that made Gray angry—No! Furious, burning with boiling blood in his veins.

Nobody has the right to do this to Jesse. Gray sent his fuming gaze towards T-Bone. Especially him.

But that amber glow didn't scare T-Bone. In fact, it made him laugh. He cackled as hard as he could before looking at the moon.

"AWOOOOOOO."

"Jesus Christ!"

Jesse flinched, tugging his fists up to his ears. That feral howl struck as loud as an explosion. It felt like a heart attack.

Once T-Bone finished howling, he looked back at Jesse and smirked. With his hands in his pockets, he stepped forward so slowly as if he had all the time in the world, going around the pool that separated him from his toys.

"I'm coming for you, pretty boy."

Every hair on Jesse's skin stood up. The hellish game was about to start all over again, only this time Jesse wasn't alone.

"Jesse." Gray's strikingly calm voice was the opposite of his intimidating tall stand. "Go inside."

"Yeah." Jesse grasped Gray's hand. "Let's go."

"No." Gray let go. "Just you."

"What?" Jesse snapped his head to Gray. "No! You're coming with me."

"I need you to go into the house. Now." Gray gently pushed Jesse behind him. "And lock the doors. I'll take care of this son of a bitch."

"Ring around the rosies," T-Bone started singing.

"No, no, no. Gray, wait." Jesse hugged Gray's arm and pulled him, but Gray didn't budge. "There's somethin' you need to know."

"A pocket full of posies."

The urgency in Jesse's voice did not faze Gray one bit. The latter focused on that intruder, following his every move. A low growl rumbled in his throat.

"Jesse! I said get in the house right now!"

"Ashes. Ashes."

"No. You don't understand. Listen to me!" Jesse begged. "There's somethin' I didn't tell you. He's not just some freak. He's a real—"

"A real werewolf?" Gray turned with eyes as bright as sunshine. "Yeah, I know."

"What the—" Jesse toppled backward and landed on his bottom. "Holy shit!"

They're glowing, Jesse repeatedly told himself as he crawled away. I'm not imagining it this time. They're really glowing.

"We all fall—" T-Bone jumped on all fours and landed in front of Gray "—Down!"

A steady growl came from T-Bone, growing as he slowly rose. He was changing. His body was getting larger. Hair grew on every inch of his skin. Claws. Fangs. Everything human about him was almost all gone.

It's real.

Well-rested, unlike the last time Jesse saw T-Bone's werewolf form. He had plenty of sleep. He was relaxed, surrounded by the people he loved, with his childhood friend next to him. Unlike that horrible day in his bedroom, unlike that horrific night at the police station.

Everything's real.

A roar came from Gray's side. He became almost three-feet taller and covered with black fur. His body was larger and more masculine than anything Jesse has ever seen in his life.

Werewolves are real!

When that realization hit him, Jesse struggled to get back on his feet and run, run as far away from it all. His knees were too weak to carry him. He crawled backward as fast as his shaking body could take him.

"No, Jesse. Don't Go," T-bone whined. "Don't you miss me?"

"Back off!" Gray roared.

Jesse couldn't get on his feet until someone yanked him up.

"We need to leave," said Brad. "Now!"

"Did you see that?"

"I saw! Now move your ass!"

Jesse ran with Brad to the house.

"Leaving so soon? But I wanted us to have fun together." A guttural rough voice came from T-Bone's throat. "Doncha wanna play, Jesse?"

They managed to get inside and lock the door.

Brad proceeded to lock all the other doors and windows.

Jesse gaped through the glass walls at a chilling scene; Two fully transformed werewolves were circling each other, ready to fight.

"Oh, my God. They're real!" Jesse held his head as he panicked. "They're real."

"You need to shush and let me think!" Brad yanked on his hair as he watched the two fighting outside, visible veins on his reddening temples. "Shit, shit, shit! Hang in there, Gray."

"I'm not crazy," Jesse continued his panic in the living room. "Werewolves are real!" He gasped before whispering to himself, "And Gray's one of them..."

"Shit!" Brad mumbled in the background. "Now dinner's ruined."

Jesse found a corner to lay down, slowly curling into a fetal position. Knees up to his chest. Hands covering his head. He couldn't see the monsters anymore, but he still heard them. It felt like he was still there on the battlefield with them.

The monsters were coming to get him.

The monsters would easily break through those glass walls and eat him, or worse—play with him.

A bang on the glass wall made Brad and Jesse flinch. The two werewolves were fighting, a brown one and a black one. The black one was pinned on the wall, clawing his way out of the brown one's grip. Blood splattered and chunks of flesh and hair flew into the air.

Then the worst happened; a small crack spread vertically on that glass wall.

So... How many of you are still reading this story? ^^'