Werewolf Love Story by H. T. Night Read Free Book Online Page A

the arena doctor re-stitched my arm and warned me to ever fight again and not be honest about an injury. He told me that would be my ticket out of MMA because I put the company in jeopardy with the state by fighting. He told me luckily I was still ‘a nobody’ so it wouldn’t make ESPN.  It was nice to be considered ‘a nobody’ by his own organization after two consecutive first round knockouts. 
    I headed out to the parking lot by myself.  I looked up in the sky and saw the full moon as huge as I had ever seen it. I stopped in my tracks and just stared at it. It was weird. I had never gazed at a full moon or any kind of moon for that matter. But for some reason this particular moon on this particular night was almost giving me a religious experience. I felt this intense feeling and it was all directed at this moon that I was staring at in the middle of the Staples parking lot.
    I got into my vehicle and drove home alone which seemed a bit sad considering the night I’d just had. I didn't have many friends and that was just the way it was. I didn't party or celebrate that much. I was exhausted and I wanted to go home for a long winter’s nap. If I set the mood in my bedroom correctly, I had a good 14 hours of sleep in me.
    When I got to my apartment I checked on my stitches that were redone by the doctor. I knew I was going to be out of commission for awhile. This sucks, but that's what I get for getting involved with a girl I knew was trouble.
    I got in my room, put on my favorite musical soundtrack, Les Miserables, London, on my CD player and went right to bed.
    I lied still, listening to the greatest musical score of all time and tried to knot off.  But I couldn't fall asleep.   I felt hot and itchy and it seemed like I could hear every single car on the freeway passing by, every car door shutting and every dog barking.  It was starting to drive me nuts. One hour became two hours, and two hours became three hours. I had to face it, I couldn't sleep.
    I needed to do something that would tire me out. You would think after fighting an MMA match with one of the toughest motherfuckers in the world at my weigh,t on a bum shoulder would be enough. But that wasn’t the case tonight. I needed a sleeping pill or some NyQuil. I decided to find a 24 hour place to get something to help aid me sleep.  I also felt weary and I couldn't quite make out what was wrong with me.
    I began sweating ‘perv’ersely as I went out to my car. I got into my car and just sat there staring at the full moon.  What was it about this damn moon that seemed to be the only thing to make me feel right?
    I looked at the spider crack in front of my windshield and it made me even more nauseous. I decided to head out.  As I drove my body felt as hot as it has ever been. It was like I was having a fever and breaking one in the same moment.  Then the weirdest thing happened, I didn’t feel like driving to the convenience store.  I passed it and got on the freeway.  Why?  I had no idea.   I felt sick and gross and the more I drove towards the moon it seemed to settle me down and made me feel better. I followed the moon all the way down to San Bernardino. Why? I had no idea. I took the 91 freeway east and went on the 15 to Bakersfield.  Where was I going? I passed a couple more freeways and could tell I was heading in the direction of the San Bernardino Mountains.  I didn't know what possessed me to pull over to the side of the road, but I did.
    The moon lit up the sky like a chandelier. I stepped out of my Mustang and made my way to the right where there was nothing but desert for miles.
    I could hear growling and snarling in the distance .  What the hell was that? What could be out here in the middle of nowhere? I had a pair of binoculars in my glove compartment that I bought about a month ago when I went to a USC football game and sat in the nose bleed section. I got out and stood on my hood in about the same place where that asshole