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Happy Valentine's Day everyone!

Updated: 2/14/2013

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When Ethan entered the kitchen, he saw his mom sitting on one side of the table, Grandma across from him.

"Hello dear," she said with a warm smile which he returned.

"Hi. What's up?" he asked, sitting on the end, looking at them both; he could feel something in the air coming from both women, and he wasn't sure he wanted to know what it was.

"It seems your mom has become aware of your … condition…" she began, making Ethan look nervously at his mother.

"I can tell something's wrong, I'm just not sure exactly what is."

"Do you want to tell her or do you prefer I do?"

"You can," he said mumbled, looking at the table top; he knew he would still receive the backlash from his mom's fury, but now he could mentally prepare for it while Grandma talked.

"Okay. Samantha, Ethan has become a … werewolf," she said softly, making the other woman's jaw drop and tears form in her eyes.

"I was afraid you were going to say that," she muttered, closing her eyes to stop the tears; it didn't work though as the crystal drops slid down her cheeks. Ethan was silent as his mom shook her head. "How?"

"Magic."

"Magic."

"Yes. Magic. Done by Benny."

"By Benny?" she whispered, looking at them both like they were crazy. "Care to explain?" Evelyn took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

"Please keep an open mind," she whispered, making Samantha nod. "Okay, my grandson is a spellmaster and I am an Earth Priestess. We can do magic. And your son here," she said, tilting her head to the silent Ethan, "is, besides a werewolf, a seer. He gets vision when he touches something or someone supernatural. But I'm sure you already knew that," she said, eyebrows raised. Samantha bit her lip but nodded.

"I suspected as much," she said, looking at her son.

"What ? ! ?" Ethan asked, shock gracing his features.

"Your grandmother, my mother, was a seer."

"Nana ? ! ?"

"Mhm," she said with a nod and a wave of her hand. "But enough about that. What about the werewolf-ism that your grandson so lovingly put on my son?" Now her voice grew thick with anger and sarcasm; Ethan didn't know his mom had it in her to even use that type of voice.

"He didn't mean to. They were trying to catch a real werewolf, and Benny messed up the spell, making it hit Ethan, and bam, your son is a werewolf. But…" she said, now hesitating. "There is something else…"

"What?" Ethan and his mom both asked, clearly surprised.

"Well… I did some more research on werewolves made by magic and I found out something … interesting." Ethan let out a low growl. "Oh calm down wolf boy," Grandma said with a roll of her eyes, "I'm about to tell you, but you're not going to like it."

…

Benny was at lunch now, sitting there listening to Rory ramble on about his recent snack choices.

"Then, I braved the skunk, and man, was I glad I did! It had the most zesty taste to it…"

"You've got to be kidding me! What else is there besides being a gay teenage werewolf that gets visions?" Benny shook his head, not sure what just happened.

"Did you just hear something?" he asked Rory, who looked at him in surprise.

"Noooo…. Did you?"

"I… don't know… I thought … I could've sworn I heard something…"

"Dude, maybe it's aliens!" Benny shot a glare to Rory and shook his head before rubbing the spot on his shoulder; it was aching.

"I wonder how Benny's doing at school. I wish he didn't have to go. But next week I'll be back and then I can make sure no one even touches him. I can barely stand my mortal enemy to be near him, but he's safer with him than some puny human. But I swear, if he smells even a bit like that damn vampire there's gonna be hell to pay."

Benny slapped his hands over his ears and hummed loudly, trying to ignore the voice that sounded way too familiar to be imagined.

…

"So what else is there?" Ethan asked the older woman, who smiled wearily.

"I don't know how you're going to handle it..."

"Grandma."

"Okay okay. Sheesh you sound just like Benny." Ethan smiled at that. "What I found out is, since you were changed by magic instead of a bite or heredity, you have the power to become more than just a werewolf."

"What do you mean?" Samantha asked, worried for the safety for her son.

"Well, as a werewolf, Ethan loses all control of his human side; he's nothing but a ferocious, snarling beast. But, if by the next full moon Ethan becomes one with his inner wolf, he can become so much more, as can his mate if he so chooses."

"Wait. Is his mate…?" Samantha's question fell off as both Ethan and Evelyn looked at her, eyes screaming the obvious answer. "Just making sure. You can't close your door anymore young man."

"Mom, trust me, you might want me to keep it closed," he said, making her face pale. "I am a hormone riddled wolf. I'll just leave it at that." She gave a weak nod and turned to Grandma.

"Back to you Evelyn."

"Thank you. What I was saying is, by the next full moon, if Ethan accepts the raging beast in him, he'll become, instead of a werewolf, a regular wolf; he'll still be completely competent and still Ethan. And also, if Benny wants to, he can be changed and become a wolf with you as well. You can only change him though; no one else. And as well, you and he both will be able to change to your wolf forms whenever you wish. That's just one of the perks."

"One of them?"

"Well… You're already beginning to change, don't you feel it?" Ethan thought about how he was feeling a just gave a weak shrug. "Benny's changing as well. You'll both notice it soon enough if you haven't already."

Ethan sat there, unease washing over him.

He wasn't sure it was all his own though.

…

Benny was walking to class with Rory when he felt a wave of unease push through him, making him feel extremely nervous and scared. The power from it was so strong that he almost collapsed; luckily Rory grabbed his arm and pulled him up, securing an arm around his shoulders, straight across Ethan's mark.

"You okay Benny?" he asked, looking at the pale taller teen.

"Y-yeah. Just… felt really weird there for a minute." His eyes widened as he realized how Rory was touching him. "Shit!" he said loudly, getting some looks from other students. He pushed Rory away and sniffed his shirt. He couldn't smell anything, but he knew Ethan would. "Fuck."

"What?"

"If I was you, I would just watch out for a rampaging were-Ethan later," is all Benny said, face-palming as he continued on to class.

That's not going to go over well.

…

"That's not going to go over well." Ethan looked up from his computer as he heard a whisper of words.

"Hello?" he hoped it wasn't another ghost; he had had enough of them to last him a lifetime. When he didn't get a response, he thought that maybe he should try to speak to the voice the way it had to him.

Hello?

"…Ethan?" The thought came through effortlessly to Ethan, as if it was his own, but he knew that voice all too well.

...Benny?

"Oh fuck. I'm going crazy. I honestly think I can hear Ethan in my head. What the fuck is wrong with me?"

Babe, you're not crazy, I can hear you too. He could feel Benny's stress levels rising, and he hated that he was the cause of his mate feeling so stressed and he couldn't help him any.

"Ethan? Is it really you?"

In all my wolfy glory.

"Why can I hear you?"

I have some ideas that I would feel better talking about in person. Wanna skip the rest of the day? I don't think this can wait… I'll get Grandma to get you out.

"Thanks. See you soon. Love you."

Love you too.

…

Benny sat in the front of his Grandma's car, holding his bag close to him, waiting for them to get to Ethan's house.

"Why can I hear him?" he whispered, not looking at her.

"Hear who?"

"Grandma. Don't play games with me," he said, and he was surprised that it came out in a growl, not unlike the voice Ethan used when he was frustrated.

"It's already happening," Grandma muttered, but Benny heard her as if she had spoken loud and clear.

"What's already happening?"

"You need to talk to Ethan."

"He won't tell me until we're face to face!" She just nodded, not saying anything; Benny noticed how the car sped up though until they were practically flying down the bare street. Before he knew it, they were outside of their houses. Benny jumped out, leaving his bag behind for once, and bounded into the Morgan house.

He had to know what was going on.

…

Ah, the power of werewolves. Never underestimate it.

Stay Classy, and In Bethan We Trust.

-JustMe133