Life With A Werewolf (Book)

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Adventures In Living With The Mythical

A military veteran is adopted by a werewolf and brought into his pack. Insanity ensues.

About "Life With A Werewolf"

Life with a werewolf is a dramatic blog. As such the characters in this blog are not real but maybe loosely based on real people. The situations represented are not real but maybe loosely based on real things that have happened in my life. There are a multitude of ways to view life, this is simply one of the ways I have chosen to view mine. Updated Every Friday unless I can't or don't want to.

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July 11, 2026 at 1:02pm
July 11, 2026 at 1:02pm
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         With the entire Rodriguez clan inside the living room, Crash standing at the doorway, as well as Kris, Sean and I standing by the other doorway, the living room had never felt so crowded. Kris and Sean had made it downstairs with the commotion, their faces drawn. They huddled close to each other, as if trying to weather the storm of pain. They hadn't heard any of the commotion outside. Crash and I attempted to fill them in on Valyur's last stand, and Jason's condition in the hospital. But, the noise of others jumping in with what they knew and what they heard turned a quick update into a chaotic shouting mess. They both weathered the storm of the volume together, hiding winces as people became more and more passionate in their telling. No one could tell one from another. It was a lot to take in after having a fitful night sleep.
         "Alright! Everyone, enough!" Crash shouted, stepping to the center of the crowded room.
         When the volume died down, I looked at them both. "Jason is in the hospital. Valyur is dead. It's The Nobility."
         They winced, this time not from the volume. "Is Jason..." Kris asked.
         Crash shook his head. He had shifted into his human form, and was wearing his traditional overalls. But, if he had been in wolf form, his ears would have folded back. "Doc says he needs a day or two to recover at least. There was an explosion. Luckily, he was shielded from most of the blast."
         "Will, like Those Nobility dudes try to get him in there," Sean asked.
         Crash shook his head. "He's well protected where he is," Crash said.
         Sophia was standing in the doorway, leaning her back against it. She was in human form as well, her arms crossed . "Can I go do my thing already?"
         "No," Crash said. "This is going to require everyone."
         "I'll do whatever you need," I said.
         Crash nodded. "Good. Cause mostly, I need you to do your normal." He looked at the group. "I've divided my territory up into sectors. We're not going to kill them. Yet. We need to know where they go. Humans will be watched by werewolves as you go about your day. You won't see us, but we'll always see you."
         "What do you mean, where they go," Kris asked.
         "Well, The Nobility has a new base of operations around here somewhere," Killian said. "They buy property and businesses in the areas they're conquering. Then they begin to push other residents out they deem unworthy. Either through harassment or just killing them."
         "So, why territories," I asked.
         "Well," Crash said, "We're going to patrol. Any Nobility that we see or smell, we will knock the tails off of, but we won't kill them. We will send them limping home with the fear of God and hellfire in them."
         "And we start monitoring the direction they head," Sophia said, then nodded. "It's crazy enough to work."
         Donte held up his hand. "Far be it for me to interrupt this little pow-wow. And I love the energy of you furballs out there. But, we normals don't have much to do other than sit around here."
         "Of course you do," Crash said. "You can work on your Addams Family jokes. While you accompany my humans about their day to day. And I'll need Eleanor to..."
         "Way ahead of you," she said. "I'm compiling a list of newer businesses and areas purchased within the last six months inside your territory. It's going to be a long list. This could take a while."
         "Yeah," Kris said. "Besides, I want to do more than be the damn worm on your hook."
         "That comes later," Crash said. "Right now, we can't interrupt your lives anymore than we have before. Besides, they wanted you to run." He looked at the rest of the humans. "They wanted you all to flee with your tails between your legs from the big scary werewolves. So, the best way to respond to their asinine threats is to..."
         The moment hung in the air. We all looked at each other. Sean smiled. "We rebel against them by continuing to just be us." He looked at Kris. "Don't you get it? We don't run. When they tell us to flee, we don't run. And when they try to make us run,"
         Kris nodded. "We tell them to get stuffed. Yes, I got it."
         Crash smiled at him. "Exactly. Not every rebellion needs blood. Sometimes the best ones are the cleanest."
         I admit to wanting a little bit of blood. But, mainly, I wanted justice for Jason. I'd learned my lesson after last Halloween. There's a very fine line between vengeance and retribution. I crossed that line wanting to kill Milton's corpse because I didn't get a chance to kill him personally.
         Jason can be annoying. He can act like a bit of a know-it-all sometimes and damn does he ever not shut up. But, he's our annoying know-it-all. He's our annoying motormouth. He's our annoying, lovable, will do almost anything for you housemate. Our brother. Our friend. And they nearly took him from us. Yes, I do want to see them bleed for that a little. But, I'll be damn satisfied to see justice is done for it, whether they bleed or not.
         The territory was divided up. The routes explained. Crash's boss stopped by as well. Something major had happened. I'm not certain what, but I did overhear that he was fighting for his own job. I have no idea what the big guy does in the office. I honestly don't even know his name. He is large, intense, and gives me a look that reminds me of one of my older brothers right before they did something mean and painful to me.
         But, I get that's the point, though. His job isn't something I'm supposed to know. I'm not supposed to know what he does or how he does it. Crash's job always felt like the CIA to me. If I knew what they were doing, then they are definitely doing it wrong. All I'm really supposed to know is that I'm safe.
         Lately it started feel a bit like the CIA being replaced by the KGB or something. An organization who only cares about being in charge, not about doing the work that they claim to be doing. It's true, we'd be still be safe from the meaner things out there. But what about the werewolves? Vampires? Trolls? Yes, Charles is annoying, but I don't want him to get hurt or die because of that. Or the lawn gnomes.
         Like Valyur. He didn't deserve that. He didn't deserve to die. If he was going to die, he should have got to do it with Jason. It should have been him who got to see him off. They had shared something deeper than friendship. Yet, Valyur died in front of me, the guy who spent the least time with him. On purpose.
         Lawn gnomes creeped me out ever since Kheid's last attack on everyone. But, Valyur was nice. Polite in his own way. And way more than I could ever handle, even in death. Jason was the one who spent hours at night sometimes just sitting with him and talking. And any goodbyes that Jason could have gotten was stolen from him. Any goodbyes that Valyur could have gotten from his closest human was stolen.
         That thought is what made me do it. I stood, and approached Crash, pushing through the Rodriguez clan who had found where the bacon and eggs was and was in the middle of a discussion/fight about who was going to make biscuits or pancakes to go with them.
         Crash's boss stopped talking and looked up at me. They were sitting at the kitchen table. It was midmorning by then, and I should have already gone into work, but they understood with what happened to Jason and everything. I nodded at Crash.
         "I like your plan. But, just one thing: I want a gun loaded with silver at all times. And I want to be bait."
         Crash smiled and patted me on the shoulder. "Don't worry, Zack. We'll get you something to do."
         "I mean it. Wire me up. Or whatever it is you guys do. They're looking for one of us humans, right? Well, what if they found one of us?"
         Crash's boss gave a low chuckle. "What if they skinned you alive? Slowly? For fun? Over a period of days, just to see how much pain you could take before you went insane or died from the effort?"
         That comment made my blood freeze, I'll admit. I stared down at him, unsure of what else to say.
         "I do appreciate it. But we don't need human false bravado. We need to play it smart and keep you safe. You want to help? Stay safe and innocent. Go to work, home and do whatever it is you do." He finished a cup of coffee, then looked back at Crash. "I need to get going soon, and you need to get those werewolves on patrols."
         I gritted my teeth and bit back the reply. Then, I turned and pushed back through the clan to Eleanor who was still sitting in the living room. She moved to an easy chair, had her red hair pinned back in a hair band of some kind while she worked. I stared at her for a few moments, trying to think of something to say.
         "I will not be party to any plan that goes against or undermines the current one," she said. "I'm sorry. Should have I just said hello?" She never once looked up at me.
         "I just want to make sure I have trackers on me," I said.
         "You want to try that again," she asked.
         I shrugged. "In case this doesn't work."
         She arched an eyebrow at me. "Or in case you get suddenly, 'lost'" she threw air quotes around the word lost.
         "Being stupid endangers family in these situations," I told her. "You know what Crash will do if this doesn't work and I go missing."
         She sighed and rubbed her eyes for a moment. It was as if she didn't believe me. "Well, I got a few new tricks. We'll see what we can do."
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