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Dear Alexander Grant,

If you are not alone, please take great care that nobody else reads this letter.

You were attacked about ten days ago by a wolf. I know you were hospitalized for about two days, and that you were unconscious for most of that time. You have since then returned and likely found new hobbies to occupy your time. Most of these hobbies are likely to be exercise or sports related. Your eyes should be a greenish color and may seem to be very bright, or even almost glowing, in the darkness. If my assumptions are correct, you have developed a growth of sorts on your, phallus. I assure you that you do not need to worry, much. Though I would like to inform you on details of what is happening to you. These are but minor changes compared to the first big one, coming up in about 17 days. That time, provided you have read this letter the day I put it in your mailbox, is certain.

Please, I implore you to come seeking information on what has happened to you. I can explain everything, but not through a letter. Provided on the second paper in this envelope is my address. I will be home for much of the day, and you are welcome to come whenever, even if it is far into the night. This may seem strange, this request, but I would like very much for you to join me at my house so I may help you. I promise no harm will come to you, and if all things go as expected, you can be in and out in as little as fifteen or so minutes. You need to know what has happened to you. If you don't, anyone close to you could be in serious danger.

Sincerely,

Tricia Halmont

Alex strained his eyes to read the scratchy writing on the blotted paper. It looked like this person, whoever she was, had terrible writing, and was crying while writing this. It took him a long while to figure out the entire letter with the smudges and poor excuse for writing all over. He reread it, then once more. The third time through, it really started to sink in. This person, Tricia, whoever the hell she was, she knew a lot about him from the recent days. He could explain some of it, but the rest was a mystery as to how she knew. She could've been walking and seen that his window had been broken. Though how would she know it was from a wolf breaking in? She couldn't see that he was gone. He spent most of his time inside. Unless she was a nurse at the hospital, or a doctor, or someone. Though he couldn't recall any doctor or nurse names that even started with a T. She could have seen him walking and running daily for sure. Though how the fuck did she know about his knotted penis?! He only did his masturbation at night, behind closed doors and blinds. There's no way she could've seen him doing that!

Then there was the matter of the rest of the letter. Minor changes compared to some big one happening in seventeen days? He pulled out his phone, checking the calendar. So it was the second or so of September, so what? What was so important about that day, and what did she mean by "anyone close to him could be in danger"? What in the world was wrong with this lady? She wanted him to come over to inform him on, hell, he didn't even know. He tossed the letter onto his pillow and stood up, stretching out. It was about time to go for his afternoon jog. His eyes trailed back to the letter and envelope, now both on his pillow. He picked up the envelope and pulled out the other piece of paper, unfolding that. He read the address, then stuffed it in his pocket, heading out the door. He paused at the bathroom, stepping inside to examine his eyes closely. The lady was right, they did seem to have a green glow to them. It only further disturbed him as he made his way downstairs and to the door. His dad looked over to him from his work desk, "What was that letter?" He asked.

"Nothing, junk mail." Alex replied casually. "I'm headed out."

"Alright, see yah later. Don‘t be gone too long." Alex's father answered before Alex shut the door and started at a warm-up jog around the block.

About halfway around the block, Alex slowed down, pulling out the paper with the address on it. He took a look at the street, and sighed. Just his luck. He was in the right place, but would he really do something like this? Go visit some potentially insane woman who seemed to know a little too much about him? He glanced at the address once more, then at the houses. It took a few minutes, but he spotted the house that she was sending him to. It was a simple ranch, blue-grey in color. There was nothing really outstanding about it. He passed by it a little slower than his usual jogging speed, but he still went, and sped back up when he hit the corner. After the first lap he started actually running, though he slowed down every time he passed that house. There wasn't anything visibly strange about it, but it just gave off an aura, a bad aura. It was like, it was a place he should fear, even though it looked like a normal everyday house, no different from the one across the street from it, or to the left of it.

The third lap around he paused for a moment, watching the house. The door opened a crack, and that spurred Alex back to running. He made another lap, suddenly dreading having to go by the place again. This time the door was wide open, and somebody was sitting out on the porch. Tricia, or who he assumed was Tricia, was there. She looked like every other feline in town, with fur, ears, and tail, though something was off. Her eyes, Alex noticed, followed him, and seemed to shine a bright green color, which strangely enough, was somewhat easy to notice even across the street. It was like his own, what he'd just seen in the mirror before he left. As he ran by, she waved to him, and only out of politeness did he wave back to her. He sped up just a little bit and went around by his house once more. He contemplated stopping, but decided against it, and continued one last time. Approaching the house once more, he slowed to a walk, and pulled out the paper with the address on it. If she was outside still, and it was the right house, maybe he would stop by, see what she had to say at least. She sounded like a nutcase from the letter, but she knew things about him that she shouldn't know. He looked at the address, then to her house again. It was right, and she was still sitting on the porch. He took a deep breath, and crossed the street, heading for her house. She seemed to smile, and nodded to him as he approached.

"You are Alexander Grant, right?" She asked, clearing her throat after speaking. Her voice was rough, scratchy. Kind of like she had a sore throat.

Alex nodded, and she smiled at him, though her eyes did not seem happy. She looked like she might start weeping suddenly. Tricia Halmont, that was her name. He remembered from the letter. "You, you sent that letter, right?" He asked, and received a nod in return from her.

"Please, come in, we have important matters to discuss, and I would prefer them to be in private." She said, going to her door and opening it, holding it for him. Her voice sounded much clearer now. Alex finally started to take in details about her. She had patches of different colors for fur, denoting she was likely a Calico. Brown, tan, and a mix of the two all along her in random patches. The right eye had a dark brown patch, the other with the mixture of the two colors. Her hair was tied back in a long ponytail, a light tan color much like the lightest shade of her fur. She was quite tall, like himself, but had a skin and bones look to her. Breasts, she didn't really have them. That or they were really small, or wrapped. As far as he could see, there was nothing, but she was wearing loose clothing and it was hard to tell much about her in those ways. Not that he cared to look, he had a boyfriend now, and she was creepy. Her clothing was simple enough, and quite tomboyish-looking. A loose-fitting grey tshirt and a pair of jeans were all she wore. No shoes, as per usual of the feline community. No collar though, which wasn't too horribly uncommon, but they were quite commonplace these days. Even his own father had one that he wore some nights. Her claws were painted a pinkish color, both on feet and hands, it looked pretty fresh.

Alex hesitated, looking up at her. He glanced past her into the house, not that he could see much though. He thought for a few moments, listening to foolish reasons from his own mind. She couldn't really trap him too easily, at least not that he could see. He was pretty fast, not to mention decently strong. She didn't look like she had a strong anything in her. He stepped up the two steps of the porch, "Al-Alright, what's this all about? How do you know so much about me? About what happened?" He questioned.

"All in good time, I'll tell you inside. These are things I do not wish to discuss where nosy neighbors can hear us. It's not exactly normal conversation, and although it likely wouldn't be believed. It would be a disaster if both of us were discovered for what we are." She answered.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Just get inside damnit!" She shrieked at him. This got him moving, though cautiously. He stepped inside, smelling a scent in the air that he couldn't place, but it smelled quite nice. It seemed to have a calming effect, and he noticed that Tricia was affected by it too as she shut the door behind her. He noticed that she did not lock it, a good sign that he wasn't going to be tied down, raped, then murdered. Maybe she did just want to talk about whatever this craziness was.

"Well, this way." She demanded, her voice sounding different. It was almost like, like she was choked up and about to start crying. She led him to a dining table and pulled out a chair, sitting down in it. He followed suit, sitting in the one across from her, and when he looked at her again, he noticed that she did in fact have the eyes of someone who was quite depressed. "Alexander, I'm, I'm so sorry." She said quietly, looking down at the table.

"For what?" He asked, suddenly feeling weirded out by this.

"The attack. The, the wolf." She said before laying her head on the table, breathing raggedly.

Alex paused for a minute, his brain working how the wolf and this lady could be related. It clicked, and his hands clenched into fists, his ears going back and a low growl escaping from his throat. "That was your wolf!? The damn thing would've killed me if my dad hadn't shot it! Why the fuck do you have a wolf HERE of all places!? We're fucking cats! What the hell else do you think it would do!?" He yelled at her.

She looked up at him, tears in her eyes, damp patches in her fur below them. The Calico shook her head slowly. "No." She said quietly. "I don't own a wolf for a pet." She added.

"Then what the fuck was it!?" Alex yelled, not caring that she was in tears.

"It was me. I, I'm the wolf that attacked you. I'm so sorry, I couldn't help it. I didn't have control of myself and now you're bitten too!" She wailed, her head going down on her arms again, audibly weeping and sobbing now.

Alex glared at her, not believing what she'd just said. "Fucking nutcase." He hissed, standing up and starting to walk for the door. He made it most the way, thinking she was going to just let him go. Then suddenly there was a grey wolf in front of him, snarling. He stumbled backwards, and fell on his ass, letting loose a string of cuss words. "Jesus fucking Christ!" He screamed. "Hey! Lady! Call your pet off! It's gunna kill me!" He shouted, his eyes locked on the wolf's own green eyes.

The beast stopped snarling and stood in front of him, then suddenly it shivered, and pieces of it were changing. The grey quickly changed into a recognizable pattern of browns, legs and arms grew back from the wolf's legs, and the head took on a more feline shape. Hardly a few seconds had passed, and then suddenly Tricia was standing over Alex. "Get back in there." She demanded, growling at him.

Alex stared in terror at this... thing, this wolf... lady, thing. The words didn't click in his mind, nothing did, other than the fact that he was staring at the most terrifying feline in the entire world. Tricia glared at him, snapping her fingers a few times before Alex finally seemed to be broken of his trance. "Oh... my god... What ARE you?" He asked in total awe.

"A werewolf." Tricia answered, "Now get the fuck back in that seat or you're going back to that hospital with more than just bite wounds." She threatened.

Alex stood up, quickly running back to the table and taking a seat, staring at her with a deer-in-headlights look. "My god. What are you?" He said again.

Tricia walked back to the table, sighing heavily. She cleared her throat and started talking. "I'm a werewolf." She answered. "It is an old curse, way back from the human times, before they'd died out. Humans used to sometimes be werewolves, most reluctantly, but a few sought it. When they started to die out from the plague, the werewolves still stood healthy, the humans fell like flies. You know what happened They teach it in history classes, except for the werewolf parts. Many begged for the curse, and a few were granted it, and recovered quickly from their ailments. A few were brought back from even the brink of death. Though these new ones, they... A werewolf is a lunatic. A new werewolf is even more so than others. It has no control over itself the first night."

Alex stared silently for a moment, then spoke up. "What night?" He asked.

"Do not interrupt me!" Tricia yelled at him, breathing heavily for a moment. She looked away, holding her head in her hands. It took a few seconds, but she faced Alex again and continued. "I'm sorry. I... It gives you a temper, changing like that." She said quietly, her calm again. She grabbed something from the vase in the center of the table, sniffing at it for a moment before she dropped it, smiling dopily. "Full moon." She said in a slightly loopy voice. She shook her head vigorously for a second, then looked normal. "Alex, you're a werewolf now. You've got 17 days until the first full moon. There is no cure, and there is no stopping it. You're going to change like I did no matter what you do. I'm so sorry." She said quietly, looking down.