aka werewolf!billy turns steve…finally.
“I’m not afraid.”
If Billy had a nickel for every time Steve had said those words, he’d be a rich sonofabitch. But somehow, this time was different. As the words flow from Steve’s lips, they put goosebumps on Billy’s skin and a shiver down his spine. There’s a time and a place for fear and, for Billy, that time is now.
Steve’s bite. Or turn. Or whatever. All Billy knew is Steve’s bite wasn’t going to be anything like his awful experience. No fear, as little pain as possible, and Billy was going to be by his side through it all.
Steve had decided to be bitten outside: a new beginning in a quiet place, just the two of them. Billy had his reservations but he’d packed up the tent anyway and driven their usual wooded trail, heading deep into the nature reserve where no one would find them. Where no one would hear the howls. That’s where they’d made camp, put up the tent and crawled inside. Then Steve had said those words.
“I’m not afraid.”
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