Standing Before Monsters (Vorans and Vampires) by Donald Wigboldy

her anger.
    “Did you really just bite me?” he questioned under his breath into her ear. “Your fangs are out, woman. Take control of yourself.”
    The fight went out of Charlotte in an instant. Her eyes revealed fear knowing that her human teeth couldn’t pass on the curse; but when any of her werewolf teeth or claws came out, no matter what time of the month, they could pass on the curse to others. A voran was immune thankfully, so her bite would do nothing other than mark his hand.
    She had drawn blood and as he released his hold, Charlotte kept her mouth clamped over the skin though no longer to bite him as she willed her fangs to recede. Her eyes looked ready to cry as her demeanor turned apologetic. Like a normal woman on hormones, she could crest and fall from anger to fear and sadness in an instant.
    Leaning into him after releasing her bite, Charlotte let him hold her close as she rested her head against his shoulder. She whispered, “What is wrong with me today? I know better, but I just can’t seem to control myself.”
    “We’ll talk about it after we leave,” he answered quietly rubbing her back even as he felt her hands hug him low around the hips. Afraid that she would lose control again, Nick separated to look her in the eyes. Tears were barely held in check even though he could see their beginnings. “Go get changed before something else happens.”
    The smell of her perfume had lessened with her jolt back to herself, but Nick could smell it worrying over what that might mean.
    Lena led the taller girl past the men and heard Charlotte’s meek ‘sorry’ as she passed by. They were fighters and not usually ready to let such things die so easily, but they let her go without further incident.
     
     
    Chapter 4- The Itch You Can’t Scratch
     
    Sitting in the third vehicle he owned, a blue BMW 3, Nick and the girls pulled out to begin winding their way back to the apartment. He could smell her pheromone scent from the passenger seat beside him and wondered how Lena could possibly not smell it. Eric had stated that most women couldn’t as well as regular humans and even some werewolves. Those who could smell it were compatible or desired mates of the female in heat, or something to that extent, the voran thought with a sigh.
    “What the heck was that?” Lena finally asked as she leaned forward between the seats. She hated to be the one in back, but there was something going on between the other two suddenly that seemed to need to be resolved. Still, the girl couldn’t leave the matter alone since it had happened right in front of her.
    Even Charlotte was forced to look at Nick unable to answer her own meltdown. Sitting in her red top and tight shorts, he wondered how her personality change could perplex the person undergoing the metamorphosis; but then again werewolves losing control of their minds and bodies during the full moon meant that there was another side to the humans trapped in their curse.
    “Eric says that female werewolves lose control during a mating cycle. Apparently Charlotte has entered heat with the spring weather,” he answered not bothering to pull any punches. The morning was beginning to get to him also apparently, either that or the woman’s scent was beginning to have some form of affect on him as well. The second idea brought the problem back directly on him and Nick didn’t like the implications.
    Turning crimson in embarrassment, Charlotte couldn’t even speak while Lena leaned back starting to laugh uncontrollably. “Oh my goodness,” the younger girl cried with tears in her eyes, “you can’t be serious. I am so sorry, Charlotte.”
    “Are you sure?” the afflicted woman questioned quietly feeling the warmth in her cheeks and able to look down at the redness on her exposed chest. While she had never been one to shy away from showing some skin, which is why she had the top anyway; being unable to stop herself was like when she was controlled by the wolf and