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The first time it happened, blood strewn across the dirt, a heap of bloody feathers, you assumed a fox got to your chickens. An unfortunate, but common thing that happens on farms. The next two times it happens, you realize something wasnt right.
Here you are, standing above the mangled body, or what was left of it, of the newest chicken you had bought from Marnie. You crouch down to observe it, heart sinking.
“Not again.” You murmur to yourself.
The flesh had been chewed from the bone. All that was left was blood and feathers. This time unlike last time, it seems the culprit had left a footprint. A couple feet from the body was a huge paw print in the soil. Definitely not a fox. You wonder if wolves live around in the woods, but you’d imagine that someone would’ve let you know prior to renovating your grandpa’s old farm home. It would’ve been an important detail.
The cool autumn breeze nipped slightly at your arms as you stood up from your position. There was nothing you could do right now but get the day started. You’d ask Marnie later if she’d heard of any wolves around. And then think of a way to reinforce the three remaining hens’ coop.
It was the 26th day of fall, The end of the season nearing, and so was your current cycle of crops. Your last batch of pumpkins were finally ready, and today was the day to sell them. You patted each one to make sure they were all firm and healthy. You couldn’t help but be proud, this was your second batch of pumpkins, and they grew even larger than the first. But with that came a problem. How are you going to move six massive pumpkins? Your last batch was only four, so you had no problem loading them all into a wagon. You’d need some help.
You stroll into Pelican Town square, intending to ask the first able bodied human that you crossed paths with to help you. You didn’t spot anyone, except for Shane, and you quickly made your way over to him.
“Hey Shane! Could you help me with-“
And before you could finish your sentence, he heaved some sort of grunt that sounded like a “no”, and picked up his walking pace. Typical.
You sigh in annoyance. You didn’t know when you’d ever crack a full sentence out of him that wasn’t negative in some way. He reminded you of an asocial cat, and there’s never been an asocial cat that you haven’t been able to get through too. It just takes time.
You are snapped out of your thoughts as the familiar sound of wheels on stone hit your ears. You smile not just because you’re going to make this person the victim of pumpkin carrying, but also because you happen to kinda like this person. You follow the noise to the front of a blue house, smiling ear to ear.
“Oh Saaamm,” you sing-song.
The blond halts on his skateboard immediately and looks up to meet your predatory gaze. He brushes his hand through his wild hair with a wary smile. “I’m not gonna like what you’re about to ask from me, am I? Manual labor?”
“Yes!”
He groans over dramatically but shows no sign of declining your request. You loved that about him. He was always willing to help, whether he knew what he was doing or not.
He follows you to your house, and you recount the events of the morning to him. He’s responsive and goofy like normal, but when you tell him about the chicken incident all he responds with is, “Oh, I’m so sorry that happened,” and is quiet the rest of the walk. It’s out of character for the usually energetic blond.
The two of you make it back to the house and navigate through to crops to the mini pumpkin patch. You take a knife out from your jeans pocket and start cutting the stalks as he watches. You saw through the first stalk.
“Are you ok Sam? Why are you all quiet?” You ask.
“I’m completely fine! Just thinking is all. Thinking about tomorrow you know.” He picks at a thread on his ripped jean jacket. “You have your costume for tomorrow?”
“Yeah, I’m gonna be a vampire” you reply as you move on to the second pumpkin stalk.
Sam snorts, “That’s so basic!”
You huff. “Ok geez, then what are you being?”
He shifts from foot to foot. “Uhhhh. Well.”
“Well?…” you cut through the fourth pumpkin stalk.
“I don’t have it yet.” He says in a small voice. “I don’t think I can do Spirit’s Eve this year. I think I’m coming down with a nasty cold.”
You cut the last stalk and turn to him laughing “That is such bullshit! I can tell that you’re lying, you’re terrible at it.”
“C’mon let’s just get these pumpkins to Pierre’s, he’s closing up shop soon right?”
That was not even close to being true, but you didnt say anything. You were not letting this go. There was going to be a full interrogation if needed to find out why your friend was not going to attend one of the best holidays of the year.
You each take turns placing the pumpkins into the old wooden wagon. It creaks with the weight, and you’re confident that if you tried to fit the fifth one in, it would collapse. You hold one pumpkin, while Sam holds the other, and pulls the wagon with one hand at the same time. He insisted on pulling it for you.
The last pumpkin hits the ground of Pierre’s shop as you arch to stretch your back from the from unloading them. It felt good to finally exchange the responsibility of the pumpkins to someone else. After thirteen anxiety filled days of making sure they were growing normally and that no biological force was interfering with their progression, you triumphantly stuff Pierre’s money into your pocket.
“Wow! These look a lot better than your first batch! The bug killer and fertilizer helped, didn’t it?” Pierre marvels.
“Yeah it did! Thanks for that. I kinda used up all the bug killer spray so I’ll need to buy more for next season.”
“Well, you’ll know where I’ll be. See you at Spirit’s Eve!”
“Yeah, tell Abigail I said hi!” You call as you exit the store with Sam trailing slowly behind you.
Making it back to the farm in no time, you whip around and face Sam, who startles.
“Seriously! What is up with you? And please don’t lie,” You almost shout.
His look of shock is quickly replaced with one of uncertainty as he looks down at the ground like a guilt ridden dog.
”Can we talk inside your house?”
•••
The fireplace burns with twinkling orange and yellow flames as you take the seat across from Sam at your tiny excuse for a dinner table. You had offered him a Joja Cola, his favorite, and he turned it down. This is how you knew it was something serious.
“Look, I’m sorry for shouting at you earlier, but I hope you know you can tell me anything,” you comfort.
“No it’s ok, I know I’m acting… off.” He takes in a breath, and then chuckles, dragging both of his hands down his face. “I really don’t know how to say this. I’ve never told anyone about this. It’s still very new to me.”
You listen, giving him your full undivided attention. You almost want to reach across the table to grab his hand, but that seemed much too intimate.
“Go on,” you urge.
He drums his fingers on the table. “Like two months ago I went into the Secret Woods. Vince had been talking about some sort of creature called ‘junimos’ recently, and insisted they were real. He said they were in the Secret Woods and that he wanted to go on an adventure to look for them. Of course I wasn’t going to let him go, it’s too dangerous for a seven year old. So he insisted that I go for him and take a stick or something from the Secret trees as proof that I actually went. I mean, no big deal right?”
He laughs.
“So I did. Went into the Secret Woods and picked a stick from one of the trees. Easy. Done. And no junimos like I expected. But there was something else. It was big, and, and it attacked me. I don’t even remember man, I had to have been running on complete adrenaline at that point. All I remember is a roar, my shoulder bleeding like crazy, and running for my life. I don’t even remember how I got away. I just fucking ran.”
He takes a breath. “By the time I got back to my house, I looked at my shoulder it had scarred over already. I’m so dead serious right now. Completely healed.”
“Sam, did you borrow Shane’s stash or-“
Sam pulls down the collar of his band tee and you see it, eight large puncture like marks near his collarbone. The skin was red and stretched looking, like a fresh scar.
“Holy shit.” You breathe.
He pulls his collar up, voice a little shaky. “And ever since then, about once a month, I’ve been… different. I think I have a condition. A bad condition. Like a condition you only see on TV.”
You open your mouth, then immediately close it.
Then, slamming both hands on the table, staring at you more intensely than he has all day, he affirms, “Dude. I can turn into a wolf creature thing. And I totally think I killed your chickens!”
“Sam…”
“And now that you know, I need you to help me tomorrow. It’s a full moon.” His asks, blue-green eyes pleading.
Picking at your nail with your heart hammering, you think back to all the times he’s helped you. Of course you’d help him. But you were afraid. Of magic. Of the monsters that lurked in the mines and deep in the forests around Pelican Town. You’d never imagined they’d infiltrate into the peaceful life of this community, but here we are.
This time, you do reach across the small table and grab his hand. You envelop his warmth with your own. You can the corners of his mouth lift into a small smile.
“I’ll help. What do you need me to do?”
•••
It was the night of Spirit’s Eve. Spooky decorations and lights are draped around Pelican Town square. There’s tables adorned with different treats such as candy, pumpkin pie, cake, and savory delicacies as well. And of course, there’s the ever-hyped haunted maze. Despite all the fun activities the night promises, you don’t have your costume on. You told some of the others that you couldn’t attend tonight, you had to keep watch for the predator that was hunting your precious chickens. You weren’t exactly lying after all. Of course your friends were a little disappointed, but ultimately understood your love and care for your animals. Sam on the other hand convinced his mom and Vincent that he didn’t feel well at all and that he would stay home. It was pretty smart on his part, because now he didn’t have to explain his excuse to Abigail or Sebastian, who’d be suspicious.
Sam’s “game plan” as he called it, was for you to keep him locked in your home, with the windows closed. He told you that his mom would pretty much be out all night drinking, and would most likely not think of checking on him throughout the night.
To prep for this, earlier that day you had moved anything fragile and valuable out of your house, and removed all food such as meat or eggs. There was nothing in there that he could break that couldn’t easily be repaired, it was mostly wood. You had boarded up the window, and the front door was already well enforced with multiple locks.
“Usually, I turn at midnight.” He says, biting a piece of pizza from his slightly shaking hand.
The two of you are sitting on the floor, the chairs now relocated from the space. You had decided to make a pizza to give him at least a wee bit of comfort.
You check you watch. “Well, it’s 10:00pm, so we’ve got some time.”
“Your cat is outside right? He’s not hiding under your bed or something?” He asks.
You feel a pang in your chest at his concern for your pet, realizing he probably feels very guilty about the chickens. “Yeah he’s outside, don’t worry.”
“I really don’t want to mess up my new shoes when I turn,” he croaks.
“Take them off then.”
“Yeah I guess that’s obvious.” He tugs them off and throws them across the room. “Hey what’s the scariest thing you’ve seen on your farm so far?”
“Uh-“
“Wait don’t answer that, it’ll probably be me tonight. Ha!” He lets out very nervous self-deprecating laughter.
“Ok, Sam, look, let’s calm a little, ok?” You scoot closer to him in your cross legged position so that you’re directly across from him. “My grandpa taught this trick for whenever I’m feeling scared and anxious. I know what you’re going through is… quite significantly different, and that what’s happening is inevitable, but I really want to help.”
He shifts in his spot. “The same grandpa that gave you this house?”
“Yes. The very same one.” You take his hands delicately, ignoring the flush that rushes to your face. “Ok, close your eyes. Imagine you are sitting in a meadow, a beautiful meadow during your favorite season.”
“Summer.”
You nod. “A meadow in summer. The sun is bright and warm, there are no clouds obscuring it. There is a very light breeze. In front of you is a ball of clay. You can pick it up and mold into anything you like. Imagine the softness between your fingers, and form it into something. What did you make?”
You make sure to knead his hands while he is imagining. With his eyes still closed, Sam responds with, “A cactus.”
“Good, ok, now form that same clay into a different shape.”
You can see him concentrating, almost straining, as he answers again: “a wolf”
Right then and there he opens his eyes, yellow irises looking back at you. You leap back immediately and check your watch. It’s only 11:00pm. He grabs his face in his hands and lets out a guttural groan.
You go to stand up but a hand shoots out at lightning speed to grab your arm with strength you didn’t expect him to possess. His eyes, big, wide, and fearful gaze back at you.
“Don’t leave me,” he sputters.
But there’s something sinister behind them, something more animal than man, something that’s screaming at you to leave. Quick.
Your voice waivers pathetically as you try to tug from his grasp. “Sam please, let go of me.”
An ear shattering scream rips through him as he lets you go to clutch at his head. He collapses over into the fetal position and claws at himself rabidly. This is your time to leave.
Taking slow quiet side-steps, you travel to the front door, eyes not leaving Sam’s convulsing figure. There was something seriously wrong, because you swear that the hunched shape of his back is growing. You rip your eyes away and close the door, frantically locking the locks with all the keys on your key ring.
You grab the your iron axe thats leaning on the side of the house and back up so far that you’re standing in your crops. The noises eminating from inside the house are nothing short of nightmare fuel. Pained howls and drawn out moans. You couldn’t believe this was real. You couldn’t even believe you were clutching an axe intending to hurt a goddamn werewolf if it attacked you. To hurt Sam if he attacked you. You knew deep down that you could never bring yourself to hurt him, even if it meant your survival.
There’s a sickening thump, and a creak against your house. There’s another loud thump, making you realize that the both of you severely underestimate the wolf’s strength. With a thundering crash, your front door flies off its hinges, and in its place stands a tall dark figure. You dart for a better place to hide and find solace in the young tree orchard you had started some months ago. From here, you can observe from a decent distance, and make sure he didn’t head towards the Pelican Town square. You two really should’ve thought up a plan B.
You watch as Sam, no, the wolf, emerges out of the doorway, illuminated by the porch light. It’s massive, with big razor like claws, and dark brown fur that fades into a more sun stricken blond down the spine of its back. The smallest trace of Sam left on the monster. You gulp and shrink down more.
The creature turns its head towards the sky and sniffs the air, maybe looking for a trace of you. It lets out a low grumble, gets on all fours, and trots towards the east path of your farm. The same path that leads to the town square.
“No, no, no!” You whisper urgently. You’re sweating anxiously through your clothing as you think of a way to get him away from the Spirit’s Eve. celebration.
Popping up from the crops, you jump and wave your arms manically “Hey! Over here!”
The beast raises its head in your direction. His eyes reflect green in the minimal light of the moon. And in the blink of an eye, he’s running towards you. You take off, sprinting as fast as you can towards the southern exit of the farm. You really had no plan in mind, you just wanted to prevent a potential massacre.
Leaping over rocks and bushes in a zig zagging path, you try your best to lose the wolf. You approach the south exit and stumble into the nearest tree line. Now it’s quiet, almost suspiciously quiet. Only the croaks of frogs and the chirps of crickets are audible.
Finally catching your breath, you lean against one of the trees. You look down and realize you had dropped your axe when you took off to run. Which is bad. Very, very bad. There was no way to defend yourself now if the wolf showed up again. You back up farther into the woods as soundlessly as possible, taking care to avoid stepping on sticks and dry leaves.
There’s a howl, deep and loud, that perforates the forest. It sounds like it’s a good distance, but not far enough for comfort. In response you speed up your descent deeper into the forest. The tall trees now filtering almost all light. Trembling, you crouch behind a thick trunked tree. You had to do something, you had to save the others before it was too late.
Before you could think a second thought, your legs start leading you toward the Wizard’s tower. Out of everyone in this town, he should know what to do, and luckily you weren’t far from it. The tall bricked building comes into view from the trees, and fortunately there’s a dim light coming from one of the windows, indicating that the tower is occupied. Sprinting up the steps, it takes everything in you not to start banging on the wooden door like a lunatic. Instead you give one quick and hard rap, and step back. The door opens in no time to reveal the cloak clad wizard.
“You dare wake me at this ungodly hour of the night?” He chastises.
You shoulder past him into the candle lit room ignoring his protests.
“How do I get rid of a werewolf?”
He blinked. “What?”
“|- I was watching a scary movie. About werewolves. Now I’m scared. Theoretically how would you get rid of one,” you blurt.
“You have a sword, do you not?”
“Yes but like is there a special way? Like how vampires can’t stand holy water and garlic? Something like that?”
He shrugs. “A silver bullet. Wolfsbane. You are being nonsensical.”
“Wolfsbane! What’s that? Where can I get that.”
“Well, I happen to have some-“
“I need it please, please give it to me,” you beg.
Your shaking form and fear in your eyes must have been th convincing factor, because there’s no way he would help you in the middle of the night otherwise.
He sighed and and approached the stairs. “I will go retrieve some.”
You swear you heard him mumble something about you being an “odd child” as he ascended the creaking steps. You take a moment to glance around the room. The fire was crackling, and the large cauldron on the side of the room was full of some dark green liquid. It smells like burnt soup.
Your head pops up as the wizard comes down the stairs and approaches you with some sort of flower in hand. Its delicate petals are stained a beautiful deep purple, and you wonder how such a pretty flower could harm such a hellish creature as a werewolf. He hands it to you unceremoniously.
“How would I use it. Theoretically.” You ask as you stroke the purple buds.
“Lycanthropes cannot stand the smell, taste, or even sight of Wolfsbane. It would fend off any of them. All you would have to do is present it to them. A touch from it would be quite painful, even enough to release them into their human form for the night.” He explains, walking over to the cauldron.
“And it doesn’t kill?”
“No. It is merely a repellent. Say, that must’ve been some movie you watched,” he chuckles.
“Uh, yeah, yeah it was.” You comment offhandedly. It doesn’t kill? And releases the wolf into its human form? This is exactly what you need. You’re lucky the wizard even owns something of the sort.
“Thank you so so much. I owe you, I’ll find you a super cucumber or something. I’ve got to go now!” You shout over your shoulder as you run towards the door, flower in hand.
•••
It doesn’t take you long to locate the Sam-wolf. Especially since you could hear the bellows of Marnie’s cattle across the woods.
“Shit!”
You push your worn down boots to their physical limit as you race towards Marnie’s ranch. And as you expected, there was the wolf, standing bipedal snarling at one of Marnie’s brown cows. His teeth were bared, lips curled back, and there was no blood or signs of carnage to be seen. Good.
“Hey! Sam!” The moment it left her mouth, it felt wrong. This wasn’t Sam. But it also technically was. Your heart cracks a little in answer to your own shout.
He turns around, abandoning the cow and hops over the fence on all fours as if it were nothing. You clasp the Wolfsbane behind your back, praying that he can’t smell it before he reaches you. You needed him to get close enough so that you could touch him with it, and turn him back into the boy that occupied your thoughts all day. The boy that made it his job to make you laugh. The boy that you actually might be falling in love with.
You feel your head grow hot and sappy with the thought. You needed him back. This wolf bullshit could not be the new reality. You would not let it. So you stood your ground, not letting this six foot something creature scare you to run and surrender again. This wasn’t just for you, this was for the town,for Sam.
The wolf’s pace started out slow as it realized you had no intentions of running. It wasn’t stupid. It probably expected you to be holding a sword or weapon behind your back. But definitely not Wolfsbane. His lips drew up again, revealing his teeth, almost as if it were giving you a wicked smile. You watch as his hind legs lower, flex, his front claws dig into the ground, giving the impression that he’s about to pounce.
And he does, pushing off with powerful limbs he launches himself straight toward you, maw wide open. Your blood runs cold but you don’t move. Then at the very last split second you shove the Wolfsbane straight into the wolf’s waiting jaws, and leap to the side, crashing into the grass. You can almost see the regret in his yellow eyes as he hits the ground in a tangle of fur and begins to make horrible retching and groaning noises. You shake the grass from your hair as you stand to back up behind a tree.
The wolf is now writhing on the ground, dragging its head all over as if it were trying to wipe something off its face. It mewls pathetically, and for a second you almost feel awful for it. It then curls up into a ball, breathing dramatically and heavy. Your heart beat spikes as you notice the size of the animal starts the shrink slowly. The brown and blonde fur starts to thin, and the mewls still reverberating from the creature’s throat start to sound more human. Finally, the wolf fully morphs into Sam, his still human form surrounded by tousled grass and purple petals.
“Sam?” You call out cautiously.
Sam groans out in response, now gripping his head. You approach and kneel next to his bare form. He looks up at you, hands still holding his head.
“Dude.” He rasps. “I just had this crazy dream that I was a wolf man and I was running around in the woods and shit, and now my head hurts like hell.”
“It may have not been just a dream, Sam.”
He removes his hands from his head and grips the grass in shock, seemingly realizing that he’s outside naked in the woods.
“Holy, how much did I drink last night?” He groans.
“You didn’t drink, this-this actually happened.”
He meets your eyes again, expression glazed over. “You’re saying I turned? But it’s still night, and the full moon’s out and-“
“That’s not the point, I’m gonna get you home ok? Just stop talking. Tomorrow I’m taking you to the wizard.”
He gets up and is a little shaky on his feet. You give him your jacket to tie around his bare waist so the walk wasn’t awkward. You support him with one of his arms slung around your shoulder, and your other arm supporting his torso. As you walk back, he can’t help but start asking a bunch of questions, of course. So you answer all, and explain everything.
The second half of the walk is him apologizing the entire time, and you explaining to him that it’s ok. His house comes into view and you peek around the corner to see if anyone is still participating in the festivities. No one is there, but you can see that there’s people in the Stardrop Saloon. Thankfully everyone migrated there instead of going home.
Sam tells you that there’s a key to the house hidden in th cactus pot in the front garden. You rifle through the sand and find the key, unlocking the front door. You step inside and you feel Sam’s body immediately relax to the comfort of being home. You lug him into his room, and he immediately hobbles over to collapse into his bed with a sigh. You shut the door and go to what you assume is his dresser, and start opening the drawers looking for clothes for him.
“Thank you again. I know I said it a million times, but I could’ve literally murdered somebody,” he harks as you toss him some clothes.
“Ha, yeah no big deal, not like that was the scariest situation of my life.” You laugh as you turn around to give him privacy to change.
You look at the posters on his wall. Def Leppard, Warrant, Vixen, all hair metal bands from the 80s and 90s. It was just so him. You approach his red drumset, and lightly tap a cymbal, then move over to his computer. The lockscreen was a picture of him and Vincent at the beach.
“Did I do that to you?” You’re broken out of your trance and you turn towards him, now fully dressed, staring concerningly at your hand. You look at your hand and notice two bloody marks on the back of it.
“Oh. Your teeth must’ve grazed me when I put the Wolfsbane in your mouth. It’s doesn’t hurt, no big deal.”
He holds his hand out, signaling for you to put your hand in his. You do so, and he furrows his eyebrows at the marks. You almost flinch at the touch, not from fear, but from unexpected excitement.
“I’m sorry.”
You sigh, “Ok that’s your last sorry for the day.”
You’ve never seen Sam look so serious in your time here. He looks up at you from his seated position on the bed.
“I just. I can’t believe I could’ve hurt someone. I could’ve hurt you.” His voice dripped with sorrow. “Usually I walk so deep into the woods I don’t get close enough to where everyone is to cause harm. I should’ve known I could’ve escaped your home. I always underestimate the wolf’s strength.”
You shake your head. “I should’ve known as well. That door is old and worn down. My entire house is actually. I should’ve just asked the wizard originally what to do. I should’ve come up with a better plan.”
His soft touch on your hand moves up to your forearm. “How could we have known anything? I literally turned into a movie monster. And you ended up saving me, that’s what matters. To me at least”
You look down at him, at the small amount of dirt smudged on his face, the light freckles, and his hair that always seemed to stick up no matter what. You card a hand through that hair, and he sighs. Tentatively you lower your face closer to his, and he stretches up to meet you. You felt everything in you melt as his lips met yours, and you take your place next to him on the edge of the bed. You keep your hand in his hair as you use your other one to caress the edge of his jaw. Everything he does is gentle. He moves his grip on your forearm to rest on your lower thigh and places his other hand to angle your head for a deeper kiss.
He shakes ever so slightly, and you can’t tell if it’s from everything that has happened, or from what fireworks between the two of you right now. Probably a mix of both. His mouth tastes slightly floral from the Wolfsbane, and he smells mostly like grass and the sensual scent of sweat on skin. You grip the front of his cotton t-shirt and bring him closer. Now you can feel his heartbeat, fast and rapid under his shirt.
His mouth shifts against yours and you realize he’s smiling. You disconnect for a moment and watch as he smiles and laughs a little.
“What?” You say out of breath.
“I just like you a lot. That’s all. And I think you’re the coolest person in this town by a long shot. Actually probably the coolest person I know,” the blond confesses.
You raise an eyebrow. “Even cooler than Sebastian?”
“Way cooler. You slayed a werewolf, what’s cooler than that.”
You chuckle. “First of all I didn’t “slay” anything.”
“Yes you did. You slayed me. I’ve been slain.” He collapses backwards onto the mattress making you bounce a bit as you laugh.
There’s a sudden pounding on the front door and the two of you jump. “I hope it’s not mom.” Sam groans. “You gotta hide, I can’t have you in my bedroom at midnight. It’s suspicious.”
You grab his arms and help from up from the bed as he takes an uncertain stand. He leaves the room and you take a place on the side of the bed, crouching and making yourself as small as humanely possible.
A few seconds later, Sam’s voice shouts from the living room, “Hey come out here, it’s the wizard!”
You get up and step into the living room where the wizard was now standing, holding an ominous purple flask.
“Sam. Drink this,” the wizard commands.
Sam smacks his lips. “Uh-“
“You knew I was lying didn’t you? About the movie and all that.” You interrupt.
The wizard turns to you. “You’re quite a menial liar, farmer. Your fabricated tale was… pathetic.”
Sam, now holding the flask, looks into the bottle. “This smells like shit. I’m only drinking this if it magically cures me.”
The wizard claps his hands once. “Well that is exactly its purpose. It is a Wolfsbane potion, it will cure your lycanthropy. Drink up.”
Sam screws up his face, pinches his nose, and chugs the whole thing in one go. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and a victorious smile breaches across his features as he tries to choke down a grimace. “Yoba, that’s nasty.”
“Alright. I will leave you two now.” The wizard concludes as he takes the empty potion from Sam. “And do not, I repeat, do not, enter the Secret Woods again.”
“Right on,” Sam chimes.
After gracing the two of you with unamused glances, the wizard pulls a golden scepter from the inside of his cloak. He waves it once, and with a gust of air that ruffles your clothing, the wizard completely disappears.
The two of you now stand alone in the living room.
“Woah” you breathe.
Sam laughs. “The fact that watching a man disappear in thin air isn’t the craziest thing thats happened today is kinda blowing my mind.”
You smirk, “Yeah, the craziest thing today was definitely you kissing me.”
“Aw, I don’t know about that, I think it was a long time coming…”
You approach him smiling and wrap your arms around him. He grins back, and places his wonderful smiling mouth back on yours. You revel in the taste of his lips for the second, and definitely not the last, time.