A Date with a Werewolf by MH Bonham (electronic reader .txt) 📕

we had as an appetizer and dipped them into ranch dressing.

“Oh, I’m just thinking how many laws everyone broke.”

“Always a cop, eh?” Luna shook her head. “Some things are better not handled by law enforcement, like pack politics.”

“Kidnapping.”

“You saved us.”

“So many felony assaults.”

“We all heal fast.” Luna ate some more fries.

“Murder.”

“Now that was an accident.”

“Okay, maybe second degree manslaughter.” I conceded.

“He was going to kill you. Michael saved your life.” Luna pointed a fork at me. The server brought us our ribeye steaks. Both were rare.”

When he left, I took a taste of mine. It was excellent. “But we left his body…”

“A wolf’s body that obviously had tire tracks. The ghouls will clean it up when it gets dark.” Luna took a bite of her steak and closed her eyes in delight. “Oh, Tom’s chef is terrific. I’m glad we’re eating here.”

I cut into my steak and took another bite. “We broke a lot of laws.”

“Not Pack laws.” Luna took a bite of meat and chewed thoughtfully. “I suppose you could arrest everyone who was there, including yourself, and deal with tons of paperwork. Normal laws haven’t quite caught up with the Supernatural. Oh, they try, but how many Supes are actually elected?”

She had a point. I nodded. “But in the end, how would you describe it? Kidnapping? Grudge attack? Counting coup?”

“All of the above?” she suggested.

“How about ‘it’s complicated?’”

“That works, which is why I don’t go out to Normal places much. We’re similar but very different.”

“I don’t see why you don’t.” I looked into her amber eyes.

“What? And have people stare at me because I didn’t look Normal?” Luna waved her hand at her half-changed face. “I wish I could control it better.”

I shook my head. “It doesn’t bother me. You’re still beautiful.”

She smiled. “Thanks. But Normals don’t see it that way.”

“That doesn’t matter. I like you just how you are.”

“Ooh, Tara was right. You are a keeper.” Her smile became a wolfish grin.

 

The End

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ALCHEMIST RULES

MH BONHAM

Chapter One

Supernaturals tend to go crazy on Mondays, and today was no exception. My partner, Officer Jim Douglas, just pulled our car into a typical Denver strip mall off Broadway and Evans and the fairies were out in force today. The little creatures were buzzing like mad hornets all along the sidewalks, causing what supernatural mayhem packs of six-inch-tall little people can do.

Normally, we wouldn’t even bother to be here, but it was 10 p.m., which meant a visit to the local doughnut shop before they closed up. Yeah, laugh all you want, my partner is a stereotypical cop right down to the doughnuts. He had to have his sugar buzz, which meant fat bombs. It also meant I had to put up with his attitude since he was my fifth partner in four weeks. Right now, it was looking like he’d last the fifth week.

Even though it was a pleasant night for early April, the air was thick with smog and I decided to keep the windows up in the patrol car and avoid getting lung cancer. I’d run the air conditioner too, but it wasn’t that warm.

Instead, I picked up my book, Alchemy Magic for Beginners and leafed through the first pages until I found where I had put the book down last. The store front was so lit up, I could read the pages without the map light.

“Hey Cabbage,” Douglas jeered when he slammed the door, and swatted a Peter Pan looking creature away from his pocket protector. “Should I get you some doughnuts with sprinkles on them?”

“Ouch!” the fairy squeaked, flitting away.

I glared at Douglas. “It’s Bob. Bob Ironspell-Cabas.”

“Yeah, whatever, Cabbage.”

“Keep eating those doughnuts and they’ll be changing your name from Officer Jimmy Douglas to Officer Jimmy Dean in no time.” I added pig noises for dramatic effect.

Douglas, in his incredibly professional manner, flipped me off as he entered the doughnut shop. I thought about trying the new hex spell I read about in Alchemy Magic for Beginners, but instead flipped open my magazine of Alchemy Magic Today. Yeah, what can I say? The radio crackled as I perused the new spell of changing water into ice as a party trick.

“DPDS Car 51.”

I picked up the mic. “This is DPDS Car 51. Ironspell here.”

“Ironspell? You still in the vicinity of Washington Park?”

“Affirmative,” I said, trying to sound official.

“We got a supernatural disturbance in Washington Park. Do you copy?”

“Roger that. We’ll investigate.” I sighed and looked over at Douglas who was still at the counter trying to decide what fat bombs to buy. I tossed the magazine in the glove compartment and got out of our police cruiser. I then warded it locked. Specially made for those in the Denver Police Department Supernatural Unit, or DPDS, the car originally had been a Dodge Charger. The wards glowed and screamed to anyone with half a brain to not even think about opening it.

I ducked to avoid two fairies that nearly collided with me. Obviously lit from a sugar high. Both wore green Peter Pan type outfits—the latest rage among the current Supernatural little folk—and both were tugging on what was left of a frosted doughnut.

“Gimme that!” One shouted in a sharp little voice which promised to piece my eardrums.

“Mine! Mine! Mine!” The other shouted with a voice that could put nails on a chalkboard to shame. They tugged at the doughnut jerking back and forth while their wings were beating blindingly fast.

Some cops would’ve arrested them for disorderly conduct, but I couldn’t see being the big bully here. They weren’t driving, and they weren’t hurting anyone, no matter how annoying they might be. Once they sobered up, they’d be hit with the mother of all hangovers. Unless they started punching each other, it was just a typical night in fairyland. I walked into the doughnut shop,