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Weston did as told. Irena held his wrist, and then ran a twig lightly across his palm.
"Feel anything?"
Other than getting a little aroused, Weston felt nothing. He shook his head.
"Catnip," Irena said. "It's a shame. You would have made a cute kitty. "
She brought the branch to her lips, sniffed it, and a tiny moan escaped her throat. Andy took it away from her and tossed it back in the trunk.
"If we let her, she'll play with that all day, and the meeting starts in five minutes. Here, touch this. "
Andy handed him a longer, darker twig. Weston touched it, and immediately felt like his entire arm had caught on fire. There was a puff of smoke, and a crackling sound. He recoiled.
"Jesus! What the hell was that, a burning bush?"
Andy cocked his head to the side. "It was wolfsbane. I'll be damned. You are a lycanthrope. "
Everyone's expressions changed from surprise to awe, and Weston swore that Irena's pupils got wider. He shrugged.
"Okay, so I'm a werewolf. "
"We've never had a werewolf in the group," David said. "How did you become a werewolf?"
"I have no idea. "
Weston recalled the masturbation scare tales from his youth, many of which involved hairy palms. He almost asked if that may have caused it, but looked at Irena and decided to keep it to himself.
"Is your mother or father a werewolf?" Scott, the weretortoise, asked. "I inherited a recessive gene from my mother, Shelly. Been a therianthrope since birth. "
"No. This only started three months ago. "
"Were you bitten by a therianthrope?" David asked. "That's how they got me. "
Weston didn't think that coral could actually bite, but he didn't mention it. Instead he shook his head.
"How about a curse?" Irena asked. "Were you cursed by a gypsy recently?"
"No, I . . . " Then Weston remembered his evil next-door neighbor. He'd been wondering about her ethnic background, and now it seemed obvious. Of course she was a gypsy. How could he have missed the signs? His shoulders slumped.
"Oh, boy. I think maybe I was cursed, for brushing my teeth too loudly. "
"You're lucky. " David smiled. "That's the easiest type of therianthropy to cure. "
"Who wants to be cured?" Scott's eyes narrowed. "I like being a weretortoise. "
"That's because when you change, all you do is eat salad and swim around in your bathtub," Andy said. "I root through the garbage and eat aluminum cans. You ever try to crap out a six-pack of Budweiser tall boys?"
David put his hands on his hips. "I'm saying that Weston's a carnivore, like Irena. They eat people. It has to weigh heavy on the conscience. "
"Do you feel guilty about it?" Weston asked Irena.
"Nope. " Irena smiled. "And I have the added benefit of not having to put up with any bad kids in my class for more than a month. "
Weston wondered if it was too soon to propose marriage. He squelched the thought and turned to David.
"So, assuming I want to go back to normal, how do I do it?"
"Just go back to the gypsy that cursed you and pay her to take the curse off. "
