He couldn’t keep his mind off his hunger and he rolled over onto his side holding his stomach. He struggled as he crawled across the floor. He would have loved to get up and walk but the hunger pains he was experiencing made his whole body lock up and not want to move at all. If he could get to the dresser, he could at least drink some of the water that was in the basin that girl had carried in.
He hadn’t made it even halfway across the floor when Ares came crashing into the room. He stepped aside and there was another werewolf behind him. This werewolf was obviously female. At her full height she didn’t quite reach Ares’ shoulder. She had a coat of white fur that was as pure as any snowbank. William couldn’t help but stop and look at her. She was the most beautiful werewolf he had seen, even more beautiful than Aceso. She had a liquid grace that belied her size. When she moved, she didn’t walk, she glided through the room.
She moved to William and placed her paws on his arm. She lowered her black snout close to his naked body and inhaled deeply his scent. William felt comfortable with the werewolf and her touch made him feel at ease and he leaned back and relaxed. The white werewolf inhaled his scent at different places on his body. William wanted to pet her for some reason but his experiences with Aceso had taught him that werewolves didn’t like being treated like dogs.
The werewolf lowered herself even closer toward William’s body. He could feel the heat radiating off her body. He felt a sting shoot out along his side. He jerked his head up to see the werewolf lift herself off the ground. She shared a look with Ares and left the room.
William looked down and realized that the werewolf had bit him. He didn’t know if he should be angry or not because all the pain had left his body. He didn’t feel any hunger pains and his headache was completely gone. He sat up in amazement and looked at Ares.
“You haven’t eaten for a few days. You should lie back down and I will have food brought to you. Physis is an excellent healer, but you need to eat to fully recover from your ordeal.” With that Ares left him.
William moved back toward his bed and crawled under the warm furs. The bed was comfortable and he soon found himself floating between sleep and wakefulness. The room seemed to dim and that only made him want to go back to sleep more. He was so weak he couldn’t move his arms. His whole body was heavy and his mind was sluggish.
He realized that the room had brightened again. He didn’t know how much time had passed. He looked around and the girl with the black hair was striding through the room toward him. She was carrying a steaming green ceramic bowl. In the crook of her arm, she also carried a covered basket.
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William struggled to prop himself up against the cold stone of the wall, while keeping himself covered. The cold wall made him want to gasp, but he didn’t want the girl to know about his discomfort, so he stifled the gasp before it left his lips. The girl set down the bowl on the floor and placed the basket next to it. William watched as she walked to the dresser and pulled a tray table out from behind the wooden piece of furniture. She unfolded the tray and placed it over him on the bed.
“What is your name?”
The girl smiled at him. “I’m not supposed to talk to strangers.”
“You can serve me dinner in bed, you can bring me toiletries, but you can’t talk to me? That sounds a little crazy. What? Don’t you trust me?”
“You’re a werewolf, why should I trust you? You probably just want to eat me. Isn’t that what werewolves do, terrorize the countryside, and eat defenseless little girls like me?”
William smiled, “I’m not that kind of werewolf.”
The girl had finished setting up the tray and placed the steaming bowl on top of it. She moved the basket closer to his bed and stood up, “said the spider to the fly. Good bye, Mr. Setford.” And with that she left the room.
William stared in amazement at the empty doorway, “Now who told you my name?” He asked the empty room. He hadn’t thought about that name in a very long time. It was unseemly that a total stranger would know his last name.
He looked down at the steaming green bowl in front of him. The bowl was filled with a deep brownish red liquid. He didn’t see a spoon anywhere. He reached over, careful not to disturb the tray that was over his legs, and removed the cloth from the basket. Inside he found a large wooden spoon on top of a rather large crust of bread and a wooden tub of butter. The whole thing reminded him of a fairy tale he had read a long time ago.
“My, what big teeth you have grandma.”
His deep, full, laughter echoed off the walls. It felt good to laugh. It felt like he hadn’t laughed in a long time. He took the spoon from the basket and began to eat his soup. The soup was thick and hot. It was filled with vegetables and large chunks of deer meat. It was flavored beautifully and the soup disappeared. He was scraping the bottom of the bowl with the spoon and wishing for more before he realized it. He picked up the bowl and resisting the urge to lick it, placed it on the ground next to the basket. He lifted the basket up onto the tray and looked inside. He took out the bread and butter and found that there was also a small piece of chocolate resting in a cloth wrapping. He took the bread and the small bowl of butter out of the basket. It had been so long since he had had real butter. He tore off a piece of bread and rubbed it in across the top of the rich, creamy surface. The bread came away with a small layer of butter on it and he took a slow bite of the bread.
The butter melted in his mouth. He had never had butter that tasted this good. The bread was still warm, and the combination of warm bread and soft butter made his heart sing and his poor abused stomach rejoice. He hadn’t been this happy to eat in a long time. But all too soon the bread and the butter and was gone also. I’m not full, I want more. He crossed his arms with a huff. He knew that he had eaten a lot but that didn’t stop him from being petulant and wanting to pout a little bit. I’m acting like a child but I don’t care. I’m still hungry.