Jenny stood up and practically hurled herself against me, her arms wrapping around my shoulders as she buried her face against my neck

The boy in the chair flinched at her sudden action before bolting toward the opposite wall of the office.

“Alright, sir. I will." I said as the headmaster nodded with approval and I gently Led Jenny out of the office.

As we stepped outside the boys looked at us nervously. ALL of them had their eyes fixed on Jenny, though she paid them no attention.

Eventually we emerged outside and I helped her slip her coat on. The nights were starting to grow dark and the air was getting very cold.

“What happened, Jen?" I asked.

“I-I don't know! They've been following me and... and when I got out of class today they were waiting. They ran around me calling me things.

Then that one... he..." She broke down into a fresh wave of tears and I held her to me. Her hands gripped my shoulders as she used me to steady herself.

“He tried to grab me. I just got so mad, and then I don't remember what happened. I just remember him sitting on the floor and his friends staring at me. He'd gone really pale and he... messed himself." Jenny sniffled against me and lifted her head to look into my eyes. She seemed terrified. "Then I moved toward him, I wanted to help him. I didn't know what I'd done. He screamed and scrambled away. Then

Mr. Hawthorpe came over and took us both to the head's office."

Well, that was worrying. In a few moments Jenny had managed to put the fear of God into some horny teenager and she couldn't even remember doing it. This was not good.

I took her home and stayed with her. Neither of us mentioned werewolves. I think we were both too scared. It was the first night we didn't have sex the moment we were in the door. Instead, I held Jenny on her bed for a while and then helped her with her homework to take her mind off of things. Apparently the headmaster heard the story and thought that the boy trying to grope Jenny was a much more serious offence than her scaring the boy half to death, especially since the boy wasn't hurt.

It was a close call. A very close call. I needed something better than a locket and wolfsbane to help Jenny. During the next few days, I hit the books again. Other than a silver bullet, there really wasn*t much that people who wrote about werewolves agreed upon. Since that wasn't an option, I decided to throw away the superstition and go with my instincts. Logically there was one treatment that made sense. Of course that didn't mean it was going to be easy.

After I'd gotten home from the Library that night I hit the sack early.

I knew tomorrow would be a very long day. Unfortunately, it seemed that

I wasn't going to get that much needed sleep. It was my mum who woke me up some time around midnight. She was brandishing the phone in front of me with a nervous look about her. Fearing the worst, I snagged the receiver and held it to my ear.

“Hello?”

“Larry, it's Ben." Jenny's dad. "I... I think we need you to come over."

“What is it?" I tried to keep my voice calm. I failed.

“It's Jenny. She hasn't been sleeping very well these last few weeks and now," he trailed off.