Chapter 2

          I woke up the next morning, the sunlight streaming through my window. Was last night just a dream? Or did I really watch a wolf become a man?

          Something tapped my window, outside it, was a couple of ears, wolf ears, and a face with a smile. I smiled back, and sat up.

          He had grey choppy hair, big wolf ears, beautiful green eyes, tan skin and looked about twenty-five. He was so skinny I could see his ribs, and around his waist was a loin clothe.

          I got out of bed and walked to the window. I opened it and said, "Hey, Wolf."

          “Hello, may I know your name?” His smile was full of sharp teeth.

          “Rachel, what’s yours?”

          “Bryant, may I come in?” He asks.

          “I don’t know, Amber may not like me bringing a dog home.”

          His smile fades, and he stares at me, “I’m not a dog, I’m a wolf.”

          I laugh, “Sure come in, just don’t stain the carpet.”

          Poor guy, he looks like a lost puppy, he hesitates.

          “If you don’t hurry, no leftover chicken for you,” I walk to my mirror, I’m only wearing a shirt and underwear, oh well, he isn’t human.

          He crawls in through the window, he’s staring at me.

          “May I help you?” I say after I pull on my The Used band t-shirt.

          “Uh, no sorry,” He blushes and looks away; he is another species, right?

          “I may have clothes for you. Victoria is always leaving behind her ‘lovers’ clothing behind when she’s done with them.” I open the bottom drawer and pull out a medium shirt, and a random pair of boxers and pants, “Try these on, if they don’t fit, there’re others in here.”

          I leave the bedroom and go into the kitchen. I start looking for the leftover chicken from last week.

          I find it a few minutes later and take it out, Bryant comes out of my room.

          He’s wearing a black shirt with a gray cross on it and black skinny jeans. He’s looking at me.

          “Wow, you’re looking hotter by the minute.” I grin. He blushes.

          “Where’s your tail?” I ask.

          “It’s shoved down the pant leg.” He replies

          I place the bowl of chicken on the floor. Bryant looks at me in confusion.

          “There’s your food.” I say. He glares at me.

          “I’m not a dog!” He shouts.

          “Shhh, you’ll wake up Amber.” Who is still asleep on the couch.

          He continues to glare at me; I pick up the food and place it on the table. I grab a fork and gave it to him.

          He looks at the fork, “What is this?”

          I laughed, “It’s what we humans eat food with.” He stared at me in confusion.

          I walked up to him, and showed him how to hold the fork.

          He hesitated, “I’ll eat off the floor.”

          I stared at him, “I thought you weren’t a dog.” I put the fork in his hand, and clenched his fingers around it. Then, I moved his arm like he was eating.

          “That’s all.” I said, “Now sit and eat your food.”

          He hesitated, but he finally sat in the wooden chair, and after a few tries, he was eating the chicken.

          Great, I'm teaching this guy