OCTOBER 30th, midday

Park Sanghyun was not the kind of person to sleep until so late, it’s just that 29th night had not been an average night.
It had been one of those nights, one of those full moon nights.

The first night of the cycle was always the worst. Even with his sister’s help, Sanghyun still had a lot of trouble.
He still felt a lot of pain.

Park Sanghyun had been cursed twice.

First, when the Park witches found out about his existence, cursing him to become a werewolf. “Filthy creature he is already! Must as well live like one” – it had been said.
He had just turned eighteen when the first transformation happened.

Second, when his sister found out about the werewolf curse, one full moon after the first transformation.
She had offered a witch’s blood, and the Devil himself had accepted.
Few things are as valuable as a witch’s blood.

OCTOBER 30th, 12:30pm

“Up”. – Sandara said, entering her younger brother’s bedroom.

His legs moved, putting his body up.
His eyes still heavily closed.

“Listen!” – Sandara nearly shouted. Demanding her brother’s attention.

A loud noise echoed in Thunder’s ears. It was a terrible song, and it was only for his ears.
He opened his eyes suddenly, falling on the floor completely frightened.

“Dara!” – Thunder mewled. His tone like a kid’s whose older sibling had just been mean.
   
“What happened last night?” – Sandara spoke, ignoring her brother’s mewling.

“I… don’t remember.” – Thunder answered, getting up fro the floor.
He usually didn’t remember a thing. It’s part of being a werewolf.

“Did you…” – she started, but was soon cut by her brother’s complaints.

“I don’t like that!” – he said, sitting on his bed. Annoyance on his voice.

In order to have some little control over his actions, Thunder would have to drink a single drop of a witch’s blood.
One drop only. More than that would make everything worse.

“What about tonight?” – Sandara insisted, leaning on the wall, close to the door.

"I'll manage." - he replied. - "I just can’t skip today. We’re having a full house!" - he smiled.

Sandara couldn’t help but smile too.
Her baby brother was such a determined man. Park genes for the win!

"I'll spend the night with GD." - she informed, changing their talk subject - "better leave now and prepare everything. I'll be on my phone all the time, so call me if you need me! And do not do anything stupid!" – she completed, giving her brother a tender kiss on the forehead.

Because of Halloween, Thunder’s transformation wouldn’t be complete.
That had been his sister’s deal with the devil. That along with her full power, made Thunder remain human on the Halloween night.

At first, Sandara had thought it’d be safer this way… unfortunately, a Park witch is always ahead on her actions, and Sandara was not the only Park witch alive.

The one that had cursed the noisy Park boy, had made sure Thunder would suffer more than just enough.

His painful screams would be like music.
"If it’s gonna live, it must suffer" – she had warned.

Every Halloween, Thunder would suffer the full moon’s effects, with or without it, and because the Park witches don’t play, the non-transformation would be much more painful than being fully transformed.
The beast inside of him would try to escape.
Wolves are not creatures to be kept in cages, especially when they can only go out for a couple nights per month.

OCTOBER 30TH, 11:30pm

As predicted, full house!

Thunder was a bartender. Green apple cocktail was his specialty. “Sweet road to hell”, was its name.

The decoration was simply unique. Even the bartenders, waiters and waitresses wore something typical of Halloween. Thunder had a simple brown apron with black dog paw prints on it. “That’s so you!” – Sandara had said.

Thunder had just handed two young ladies’ beverages, receiving a small piece of paper with their telephone numbers on it.

“Check the blondie out!” – he heard a fellow bartender say, heading to the balcony.
Thunder was faster though.

“Excuse-me, miss…” – he approached, giving his fellow a glare – “are you twenty-one already?” – he smiled when she looked at him.

“Yeah…I just turned twenty-one” – she answered, putting a stripe of hair behind her ear. She was so…there was something different about her…

Still smiling, Thunder handed her a glass filled with a green beverage.
“Sweet road to hell” – he said, introducing his specialty.

“Pretty hot…” – he heard the girl say, but pretended to have not.

“I’m sorry?” – Thunder spoke, leaning closer to the young lady. Such an opportunist…

“I’m Chaerin.” – she replied with a smile, sipping her drink.

She smiled and Thunder spoke:
“What do you think?” – he smiled, preparing another drink.

“Sweet…” – Chaerin answered, her lips.
Thunder found that to be extremely tempting… the full moon had such effects on him. Werewolves are known for being impulsive creatures, and because he wouldn’t be transformed, the wolf inside of him would be even more savage.

He had just handed a young man a glass of a hot beverage.
A glance at Chaerin, and his eyes went straight to her lips. Her tempting lips.

“You won’t hear, smell, see, touch not think of anything or anybody else but me” – he heard.
Her voice very clear to his ears even though she had not moved an inch.

A command…
Werewolves are not domestic puppies, they don’t follow commands, but… something on the way Chaerin had done it… Thunder felt like being bewitched.

He jumped over the balcony, and took Chaerin by the hand, leading her to the parking lot, in the building’s back area.

“Which one is yours?” – he heard Chaerin ask. Her tone was serious.

Thunder didn’t answer. He leaded her to a red corvette.

“Hot.” – he heard her compliment.

“Drive me around.” – Chaerin commanded, and Thunder obeyed.

That car was somehow familiar to her… the key holder said “S.Park”… that rang a bell.

“Take me to your house” – Chaerin commanded, with a serious tone, and obeying was Thunder’s pleasure.

They arrived at his house in around 10 minutes.

“No way…” – Chaerin mumbled, looking at the house, and Thunder heard it as if she had spoken out loud.

He unlocked the front door and they entered the house. All the lights were on.
“Turn the lights on, so that the neighbors gonna think we’re home” – Sandara had advised before leaving.

Thunder saw Chaerin make a circle in the air with her index finger and all the lights turned off. All, but his bedroom’s.

He watched as she went upstairs, following only when she gave him the command to do so.

On his bedroom, Thunder walked close to the bed, covering his sister’s picture on the shelf with a shirt.
A noise, and he turned around.

Thunder saw the furniture move. His sister did that all the time, while cleaning.
Could Chaerin be a…no, that couldn’t be…

Chaerin clapped her hands and the bedroom’s light turned off.
The only light there would be the moon's.

Thunder saw the lady walk closer to him.
"What’s your name?"- he heard her ask.

"I’m Sanghyun...Cheondung...Thunder." – he answered, as if these words had been rehearsed many times.

"Thunder?!"- he heard the girl repeat- "sounds familiar...nice!"- she completed, looking at the full moon through the window.

Familiar? How come…

He felt Chaerin’s arms around his neck.
She whispered close to his ear:
“Don’t forget my voice, do as you hear. Right now you’re mine. Make love to me”

Thunder didn’t know why she had been giving him commands. All he knew was that he liked that.

He felt Chaerin’s lips on his neck, jaw, lips.
Lust growing inside of his chest.

“Kiss me” – she commanded, and he obeyed.

“Clothes” – she commanded, and he ed her shirt.

“Chest.” – she said, and he kissed her upper chest, over the bra.

“Bed” – she said, and he lifted her, taking her to his bed.

‘I’m ready” – Thunder heard the girl whisper.

He had just now noticed the moon.
He felt his chest burn when the moon’s silver light touched his skin.
The transformation hurt a lot, and not being transformed hurt even worse… but somehow, there with that girl, Thunder couldn’t care less.
Lust was more intense than pain.

Seeing her bare skin made him want her even more, it made him want to sink his fangs into her flesh, not to hurt her, but to please her.
There was something different about that girl...he could see it in her eyes.

He kissed her again.
His whole body reacting to hers.

Thunder howled.
The sign the wolf wouldn’t hold its desires back anymore.
He wanted her, and he would have her.

“I said I’m ready” – Thunder heard her whisper on his ear, before biting it not so softly.

He liked that.
His first night with a woman would be the wildest.

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Thunder’s ribs ached and his body felt heavy. Was that how it felt to be with a woman?

Chaerin…He could still smell her hypnotizing scent, listen to her excited heartbeat...

He couldn’t help but smile upon listening to her husky voice, speaking close to his ear...so close, that her lips touched his skin.

"Don’t tell your sister about our little secret, okay? I’ll see you soon, Thunder.” - She said.
He smiled, enjoying the sensation of her lips on his.

Thunder remembered everything....he would never forget.
Werewolves never forget.