“I’d be happy to bite the shit out of you Ethan,” she said, grinning from the porch. She let her canines slide down a few inches.
“This is ridiculous. We can’t turn him,” Xander said.
“We could try. Again, I don’t mind biting the hell out of him,” Zahara said and sniggered when Ethan narrowed his eyes and shot her a filthy look. She got up out of her rocking chair and set her drink down and stepped off the porch. The argument was becoming heated and she was afraid Shay would be woken up.
“Stay out of this Zahara,” Xander said, looking over at her. She could see that he was irritated but not angry. She could understand why Ethan wanted to try. She personally didn’t believe they could turn the man, but what the hell. It was up to him.
“I wouldn’t let you touch me with a ten-foot pole,” Ethan said, looking hard at Zahara.
“Oh, I don’t need a ten-foot pole,” Zahara said and laughed as she pulled out a pink straw and stuck it in her mouth.
“Don’t Zahara,” Xander started but she blew hard. Ethan’s eyes grew wide as he slapped a hand to his neck and pulled the tiny dart out and he looked at her stunned.
“You fucking bitc…” Ethan fell to the ground, his body bouncing once and Xander stared at her.
“You can’t keep doing that,” Xander said and started laughing. A wide grin crossed her face and she shrugged.
“It seemed the easiest way to shut him up and we might as well bite him. I can do it since my teeth are smaller. You got sabretooth teeth; you’d puncture his whole body.”
“Your teeth are just as long. I’ll do it, otherwise he’ll say you were really trying to kill him. Let’s have Rose hook him up to an IV. Make sure it’s all sterile as possible. He won’t change though. That’s just some wishful fairytale fantasy horseshit,” Xander said, shaking his head as he squatted to lift Ethan under the arms. They looked up as Rose came out of the house, a worried look on her face.
“He wants us to turn him. I just knocked him out for the procedure,” Zahara said and smiled.
An hour later, Ethan was lying in a bed with an IV hooked up to his arm. Xander began to strip out of his clothing while Zahara stood leaning against the door. They were alone in the room. Neither wanted anyone to witness the bite. Xander thought it was actually kindness that Zahara had darted Ethan, though she would deny it. To be bitten was going to be agony for Ethan, no matter how bad he wanted it. Zahara had saved him that trauma. He would wake up in pain but he’d not feel the initial bite. Xander hoped the man would wake up. He couldn’t call Ethan a friend exactly, but they were becoming friends. I was odd because for most of his life, Xander had never had a friend. He was sure that Zahara was the same. Deep down, he just didn’t want to kill the man. He was truly afraid this would be the case. He didn’t want that burden on Zahara.
“You ready?” Zahara asked, her face serious, all humor gone. He nodded and turned to the unconscious man. He let his body begin and felt himself heat up and expand. The familiar pain raced through his body and he let the ripping and tearing take over. His eyes were on Zahara and he noticed that her eyes were glowing gold and a soft wolf smile on her face. It was a comfort and he felt as though she were his mate. Mate. That was the wolf thinking. The bedroom seemed to grow smaller around him and he was now towering over Zahara. Her smell filled his senses and he looked from the man in the bed to her. Looking down at his hands, Xander saw the long-curved claws. It was time.
Zahara stepped forward and drew down the sheet from the man, who had no shirt on. Xander didn’t like to see her touch the man and a snarl rumbled up through his chest and out his throat. Zahara looked up at him and smiled.
“Easy boy, just remember why we’re here and don’t tear him to pieces. I just need you to bite him on the shoulder. Not too deep and make sure you slobber a lot,” she said as she moved aside, holding Ethan’s arm.
Zahara watched as Xander moved closer and she’d seen his eyes shift from gold to bloody gold. Having to remind Xander that they didn’t want to kill Ethan made her smile. The animal sometimes had its own thoughts. It was an odd feeling being a werewolf. Your consciousness was present and even in charge, but then, the animal was also there and having solid control of the beast side was a slippery slope sometimes.
Zahara laid a gentle hand on the back of Xander’s head, petting him. She wanted him to be fairly docile as he bit Ethan. She didn’t want the animal’s bloodlust to burst forth, otherwise Xander could easily kill Ethan. Xander’s mouth opened and his long teeth dripped with thick saliva. She watched as his mouth covered Ethan’s naked shoulder. Xander’s jaws began to close slowly and she heard the skin rip and tear as the fangs punctured flesh. She could hear as the bones were rubbed and she squeezed Xander’s shoulder. She liked the feel of his animal beneath her hand.
“Stop applying pressure, you’ll break his bones. Now let go and we’ll see if he changes,” Zahara said softly and watched as Xander let go of the man and stepped back. His eye glowed with hunger and she felt a stirring within. Now was not the time to get freaky. Maybe later, they could go into the woods
