“Well, alright then.“ Her mum said with a little more good cheer about her.

I ate at Jenny's house. Her mum made us both a salad which Jenny poked at but didn't eat much of with the exception of the thin rolls of ham on her plate. I'd noticed her carnivorous tendencies in the past few days. It was starting to worry me though I somewhat foolishly didn't say anything about it.

In truth I think we both still hoped that the whole thing would wear off. Jenny would just balance out and then go back to normal. The alternative was still far too weird for either of us to really appreciate. Sure, I'd got her the necklace and the wolfsbane but there's still a great leap that your mindset must take from there to your girlfriend turning into a werewolf.

I already had some homework due for the next day and I knew if Jenny got me back into her room it sure as hell wasn't going to get done. So, after dinner, I excused myself and gave her a reluctant kiss goodbye.

She was a Little disappointed but it was getting late, and as open-minded as her parents were, I wasn't invited to stay another night.

Over the next few days we were practically inseparable and often quite literally joined at the hip. The school supply cupboard, Miss Blake's class, the middle of the shrubs behind the sports field, and the empty gym all became home to our erotically-charged meetings. On the one hand, all my dreams were coming true, but the truth was that Jenny was starting to worry me. Even as we enjoyed ourselves I couldn't shake the little voices in my head constantly whispering werewolf!

The first thing I noticed was just how pale she was getting. At first I thought it was just her holiday tan beginning to fade, but after the first week I couldn't deny it anymore. She didn't Look well at all. Of course she was always full of energy, especially when it came to sex.

Yet in the moments between, she always seemed to grow tired and it seemed Like she'd even lost a Little weight.

When the next thing happened, it sent up much louder warning bells

Ever since she'd gotten back to school she'd had a following of younger boys checking her out. She'd always been gorgeous but she was getting noticed a lot more. Like most young, loud-mouth idiots, these followers weren't discreet in their attentions to her. They yelled catcalls and whispered obscenities to her as she passed them in the halls. At first this behaviour rolled off her back easily enough. Her attention was mostly fixed on me when we were together.

Then, one day I was waiting for her outside school and she didn't show.

When I went looking for her, I found the teacher she'd been with during her last class who told me that Jenny had been sent to the headmaster's office. This shocked me firstly because Jenny was practically a saint.

I don't think she'd ever caught a detention in her entire school life.

The second was that sixth form students tended to pretty much get away with almost anything so whatever she'd done to get sent to the head's office must have been pretty damn bad.

I rushed out of the classroom, bounding toward the office. I saw the usual pack of boys that hounded Jenny were stood outside. Minus one. My stomach practically fell down into my legs as I assumed the worst and all those little whispers in my head suddenly turned into screams. I burst into the headmaster's office without knocking to find the head himself seated at his desk with a very glum-looking Jenny sat opposite him. Alongside her sat the final boy who was looking at Jenny with an expression of pure terror. I saw his school trousers had been exchanged for some sweatpants.

Never the Less I was relieved. After all the things I'd been preparing myself for, up to and including finding Jenny sitting in amidst a pile of the headmaster's entrails, this was pretty much the best case scenario.

He lifted his gaze to look at me with a hint of disapproval.

“Do we not knock anymore, Mr. Howard?" He asked me in an almost icy tone.

“Sorry, sir." I spluttered as Jenny turned and looked at me. It was obvious she'd been crying.

“Apology accepted. We're done here. Perhaps you'd Like to take our young Miss Taylor home?" He suggested.