for a while,” Madison said after about six hours on the road. Blake shook his head.
“I don’t want you driving. The medication is still in your system and you just need to relax. I’ve got this.”
“It’s not necessary for you to do the full shift. You drove the whole way to Chicago.”
But Blake wouldn’t hear anything of it, and after a couple of back-and-forth arguments, Madison gave up.
When they reached the turn off for Detroit, Madison cast a glance at Blake, and she frowned. He was covered in a sheen of sweat, his skin shiny with the wetness. His eyes were bloodshot like they’d been in the hospital, but worse, and he gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white.
“Are you feeling alright?” she asked. She knew the answer to her question, and still Blake shook his head.
“It’s just a wave. It’ll pass.” His voice cracked at the end of his sentence and he coughed. A shiver rippled over his skin, so precisely she could see it start from his head and work down his neck, over his arms and then under his clothes down his body. He looked rough, like his outline was starting to take on a different shape. The edges of the man I knew were becoming blurred.
“Blake?” Madison said. Worry was clear in her voice now. Blake hadn’t looked like this for years, but she knew the symptoms – recognized them for what they were.
“Maybe you should—“ she didn’t get a chance to finish her sentence. Blake’s arms grew bigger, the muscle bulging underneath the skin. His hands became larger on the feel, his skin covered in hair all over, and his nails grew and became pointed before his hands shrunk and bulged out.
The car started swerving across the road. Blake was changing. No full moon, no night time, no privacy. He was changing right here right now.
“Pull over!” Madison cried and Blake managed to slow the car enough not to cause them hard. They bumped unevenly over the rough terrain next to the road, and finally the car skidded to a side-ways stop. Madison realized her hands were gripping the door handle and her seatbelt, and her breathing was shallow.
But her own body wasn’t the thing that needed her attention now. Next to her Blake was making a sound that was a lot less like groaning and a lot more like growling. It was deep and throaty. His whole face was changing, losing everything that made him Blake. His face shaped out into a muzzle, and long sharp teeth were visible under his lips that he pulled up in a snarl.
A ripping sound filled the car as his clothes gave into his change in size, and moment later he sat on the driver’s seat, a giant wolf among the shredded bits of clothing.
Madison hadn’t seen Blake’s wolf in almost twenty years. The animal was majestic and beautiful. And deadly. It had aged, as Blake had. It was more distinguished, and its black eyes looked wiser. Its fur was a rich glossy brown, with gray paws and a grayed muzzle.
“Blake, honey,” Madison said, keeping her voice soft and low. She didn’t want to startle him. She knew that he was an animal first and foremost like this, and he could turn on her if she wasn’t careful. The wolf looked at her, its eyes on her. She was careful not to make eye contact. All those years ago she’d learned how to deal with the wolf, and all of that training was coming back now.
“Let’s get out of the car, let you run it off a bit.” She knew that if he got out into the trees and he got rid of his pent up emotion, it helped. The part of the road they’d ended up stopping at was in between houses scattered around, and they’d just passed a big construction area. Broad daylight wasn’t exactly the best time to let loose a werewolf, but she had no idea what to do. There was handful of trees on Madison’s right that they could use, although it wouldn’t be a lot of cover. Still, better than nothing.
“We don’t have a lot of options, but come on over here,” Madison said and walked toward the