Cold front blew in early this morning. Yay! We got a smidgen of rain yesterday which is better than nothing. Who’s ready for some new words? Once again, I took two prompts and combined them. I’ve expanded the original 250 words because…yeah. Still, this is a first draft and bare bones so bear with me. Our prompts today are…drumroll please… In this corner, from #1line Wed **REALLY IS –  Particularly. Emphatically. Beyond credulity.** And in that corner, our contender from #ThursdayThreads, “How does it work again?” Y’all know how this works by now, so here we go…
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The time had come. Kin couldn’t run from it any longer. She deserved to know all about him.
“Just spit it out, Kin. Whatever it is.” Meg had no clue where this was going. Well, she thought she knew where it had been going and then the dang man went all cold and business like and stopped kissing her. “This whole ‘we need to talk’ thing puts a girl off. Fast.”

“Yeah,” he agreed. “Puts a fella off as well. Still, ’tis the truth, lass. There are things about me y’need t’know.”

“You’ve killed people.”

He slow-blinked at that. “Aye.”

“And you have no remorse.” Another slow blink and a head nod. “You forget who my dad is. You are a soldier, Kin. If you didn’t go around killing innocents, then what’s the big deal?”

“Ah, lass. If t’was only so simple.” She gave him a narrow-eyed look but he forged on before she could interrupt him. “I’m not like other men. Human men,” he hastened to add. “I’m a Wolf.”

“And that is?”

“Just what it is. I’m a wolf shifter.”

“It’s not Halloween, Kin. This isn’t funny.”

“I’m deadly serious, lass. It’s a genetic thing. I was born with wonky DNA that allows me to shift into a wolf.”

Meg rubbed her temples. And here she thought she’d finally met a good guy, who was stable and kind and sexy as all get out. She muttered under her breath. “What’s wrong with this picture?”

“You don’t believe me.” Kin spoke emphatically and managed to keep his voice steady. He knew this wouldn’t be easy.

She folded her arms over her chest, giving him a narrow-eyed glare. “This really is silly.”

All right. So he hadn’t been particularly subtle. And true, his claim might be a bit beyond any sort of credulity, but he had spoken the truth. And now it was time to get serious. He would not woo her or seduce her into his bed until she knew the truth of him. “This is not a joke, lass.”

“That’s good, because I’m not laughing. Are you seriously telling me that you are a werewolf?”

“No, I’m telling you that I am a wolf shifter. Werewolves only exist in the minds of writers and movie makers.”

“Still not buying what you’re selling.”

He reached over his head, grabbed his shirt and stripped it off. Kicking off his books, he went for his belt buckle and fly next.

She backed up a few steps, concerned now. “What are you doing?”

“Show and tell, love.”

Meg let out a startled gasp as he stripped down and then she covered her mouth and backed into a corner as his body twisted, bones crunched, skin sported thick fur, and a wolf emerged. The animal stood in front of her, panting a little, nose raised as it tested the air.

“Holy shit.” Moments later, a naked Kin once more stood before her. “How? Why?” She was too dumbfounded to get any other words out.

“It’s in the DNA. Scientists call the little bugger the lupi versi pellis gene. It’s attached to the Y chromosome and it’s rather rare, even for a recessive gene.”

She closed her eyes against his very calm explanation and shook her head. “I’m hallucinating.” That got her a boisterous laugh so she opened her eyes. “Okay. One more time for the dummy in the class. How does it work again?” she demanded, still not quite believing her eyes.
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There it is, the big “reveal” which is sort of a spoiler but not really becasue all the Wolves shift for the firts time in front of their mates. It’s just a matter of when and how and there’s way more to this scene so don’t be afraid to read it. By the time I’m done, it’ll be further expanded, stuck in the appropriate spot in the story and you’ll read it then and go, “Oh! Yeah. I sorta remember this scene.” 😉 Okay, writers, you have your prompts should you choose to use them. Share if you want. Readers, what “contraption” have you had to read and reread the instructions to figure out how to make it work. You never know when I might “borrow” the idea and slap it in a scene. Have a good one, y’all!