Lycanthropy: Night of the Full Moon 6
Night of the Full Moon ...
Friday morning came without a hitch. Dr. Benjamin Riley sits at his desk waiting for the call from the airport. It came.
“Hey there, I’m here!” Shirley proclaimed.
“Hey yourself, I’ll be there to pick you up in a moment.” Ben replies.
“No, I’m here!” Shirley retorts standing on the other side of Ben’s door. She taps three times and then enters.
“I would have been happy to pick you up.” Ben rises from his expensive chair and walks toward Shirley. He has a large smile on his face.
“I assume from the look on your face that you are glad to see me.” Shirley chuckles as she returns Ben’s brotherly embrace.
“You look great, Shirl. I see you let your hair grow out.” Ben admires the beautiful locks. “You had chopped it all off when you left to join Dr. Rachel Weinberger.”
“Dr. Weinberger-Hawkes or just Hawkes, Ben.” Shirley corrects.
“I do stand corrected. Ray made me aware that you received your doctorate in Micro-Biophysics and Genetic Medicine.
“Yes, I am a adjutant professor at the university and a full-time microbiologist for the Weinberger-Hawkes Laboratories. I am extremely happy there.” Shirley adds.
“Well—good for you, Shirl. Now, let’s discuss strategy for tonight.” Ben steers the conversation to the reason for Shirley’s visit. Shirley sits down at a chair facing the desk and looks over the developments of Megan Farmer.
“She seems to have gotten stronger since I last talked to you only a few days ago.” Shirley marvels.
“Yes, and she prefers her meats lightly browned but otherwise rare.” Ben notes.
“At least she likes it browned even if it’s just slightly. I would like to talk with her alone, if I may.” Shirley advises.
“Of course, let me show you to your office and then Megan will join you.” Ben decides. He leads Shirley down the hall and into what is her office until—whatever time her services are no longer needed.
Ben unlocks the door and Shirley gasps as she goes inside.
“This is for me?” Shirley queries.
“Yes, do you like it?” Ben asks and before another word is said, Shirley throws her arms around his neck.
“Like it? It’s a dream. Don’t get me wrong—my office in Weinberger-Hawkes Laboratory is very nice, but this is perfect. I love the white leather chairs and the marble-topped desk. You really know how to impress a girl.” Shirley laughs—how Ben has missed her laughter.
“I remember how you said if you ever got an office, you’d make sure it had white leather chairs.” Ben informs her and Shirley is very appreciative.
“Okay, now fetch Mrs. Farmer and let me get to know her. It is only a few moments before Megan enters the office.
Megan’s muscular physique is soften by a pair of welcoming brown eyes. There are two people inside, sharing the same body. One, the lovely Megan—intelligent, loyal and disciplined. The other wild, semi-aggressive and domineering. After admiring Shirley’s office, she sits in one of the white leather chairs.
“I’m Dr. Shirley Crenshaw Mrs. Farmer.” Shirley extends a hand to her giving it a firm shake.
“You’re the woman who is involved with Alpha 1-X—no that is Dr. Weinberger. You are her assistant.’ Megan retorts much to Shirley’s surprise and admiration.
“That’s right. How did you know?”
“I have an interest in the field of genetics. I remember reading about you and the work that was done at the Tannersville Research Center.” Megan explains.
“Ben, ugh Dr. Riley never told me about your interest.” Shirley admits.
“That’s because he doesn’t know yet.” Megan cautions.
“But why, Megan?” Shirley is perplexed.
“I’ve been taking classes for months. Ethan thinks I am studying to teach. However, I am fascinated with the field of Genomics. I never wanted to be this closely involved thought.” Megan gives a wicked smile and Shirley can’t help but observe her teeth.
“I didn’t mean to stare, Megan.” Shirley apologizes, aware of Megan’s observation.
“You are very good with unusual specimen of animals. This is why Ben called you in.” Megan says in a straightforward manner.
“How do you feel about the full moon, Megan?” Shirley investigates.
“You are nervous, but not afraid. I don’t smell fear in you.” Megan replies.
“You can smell fear?” Shirley queries.
“Oh yes, it has a distinct odor. It takes a highly developed sense of smell to recognize it.” Megan explains.
“The full moon, Megan. How do you feel about it?” Shirley repeats.
“What will you do about it?” Shirley quizzes.
“I will leave Ethan before it initiates.” Megan rejoinders.
“Do you think you have that much control over it?”
“I know I do.” Megan declares with assurance.
“I believe you. I will not betray your confidence.”
“I know you won’t. This is why Precious adores you and Dr. Weinberger.” Megan enlightens.
“Good luck, Megan.” Shirley expresses as she escorts the young woman to the door. “Be careful.”
Megan nods as she walks out the office and heads for the Commissary where she waits for Ethan to take her home. Ethan didn’t want her driving around, he never says why, and Megan never asks. With quiet surety, Megan walks to the car and sits demurely in the front seat.
“You didn’t give a chance to open the door for you, honey.” Ethan complains.
“Sorry, I’m just anxious to get home.” Megan answers.
“How was your interview with Shirley?” Ethan is curious.
“She a very professional woman. I can understand why Ben is so captivated by her.” Megan recites.
“Who told you that?”
“Janice. Ben had a relationship with Shirley Woodard as well.” Megan smiles when Ethan raises a brow.
“The two of you have had some interesting conversations.” Ethan realizes.
“Once her fear subsided. We get along like two sisters.” Megan rejoinders.
“Janice was afraid of you?” Ethan seems astonished.
“Yeah, I can understand why. The way that I devour a steak would make any woman run for the nearest exist.” Both laugh at the sight of women running in fear, then Ethan becomes sober.
“There will be a full moon tonight. Ben wants to give me his gun. I refused.”
“Just as a precaution. I know that you would find it impossible to shoot me and let’s hope you never have to make that decision.” Ethan pulls up into the driveway and looks at Megan as if seeing her for the first time.
“There is an inner strength in you that I’ve never seen before, honey.” Ethan acknowledges in amazement.
“I was completely freaked-out when Jeremy bit me. I didn’t know if he was rabid or if he carried a fatal virus.” Megan rationalizes.
“What changed you?” Ethan prods.
“I may as well tell you, I’ve been studying Genomics which is the study of the genome— of the organisms.” Megan discerns the shocking look on her husband’s face.
“What’s the difference between Genetics and Genomics?” Ethan has parked the car and is sitting in the space with this wife.
“The difference is Genetics is a segment of Biology while Genomics is a segment of Genetics.” Megan asserts.
“Then you must have some kind of awareness of what’s going on with you. I don’t fathom why you fringe innocence. Here I am trying to protect you from something you identified better than I.” The tone of Ethan’s voice shows that he is hurt and disappointed.
“Darling, I never meant to hurt you. I know how you love to baby me and to tell you the truth, I really enjoy it! But there is also a side that wishes you would allow me to grow up.” Megan chastises.
“Let’s go inside.”
Megan waits while her husband opens the car door. Secretly, Ethan is relieved that Megan has such a firm grip on things—“This is the night of the full moon!” Ethan cautions.
“Yes, I know.”
After a light dinner, the two decide to turn in early. Unknown to Ethan, Megan has asked for a light sedative. Janice thinks that this is so she can possibly sleep through things, but it is for Ethan. Megan wants to be able to leave unobstructed.
As Ethan drifts off into a restful sleep, Megan finds a heavy jogging suit and cap then slips to the balcony. With the agility of a cat, she scales down the walls of the apartments and journeys toward the adjacent woods.
There, completely alone, Megan feels the first moments of transformation. Instead of a painful, mind-wrenching event, it is a slow, methodological experience. Her hands and feet are first to switch into claws. A beautiful coat of body hair becomes the next step. Finally, her face alters. The conversion is complete—Megan is a wolf!
To Be Continued ...
Lycanthropy: Night of the Full Moon 7
- Lycanthropy: Night of the Full Moon 7
Megan has spent her very first night as—a wolf. She is fascinated with her own reflection and is looking forward to her first meal. Sensing that she is not alone, she turns around to face her husband, Ethan! Is he what’s on the menu tonight?
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