The Wolf Witch - 2. Oliver's Life

It was three weeks since Oliver had moved out of Freda's life. He could shift into his werewolf self whenever he felt like it. It helped him to feel better. He was rolling around on the floor and just hanging out, letting his spirit feel free.

Oliver shifted back into his human form. He had to get ready. It was getting late. He'd decided to go out for a while to the local nightclub. He felt he needed a night out.

He'd felt an enormous relief now and was now enjoying his new home. Everything he had purchased had been through his own choice and effort and he felt proud of himself. His life had finally got back together. All he had to do now was mix with some of his old friends and enjoy life until someone good came along to share it with him. He had called Freda once he'd settled in. He wanted to know if she was okay and tell her he had moved into a new flat. She'd sounded cold and unfriendly. The gist of her words was that he should never contact her again, which had pleased him. He had expected this reaction but now he didn't care.

He was beginning to enjoy his new surroundings. If only he had done this a lot sooner but he had learned things the hard way. How would he ever know if the next person he met loved him back? He smiled to himself as he dressed. He would never rush into another relationship again unless he felt a connection to someone along with her accepting his secret. His werewolf self.

He was a werewolf who was damned to be alone forever or at least that's how he felt these days. Women were like goddesses to him. Freda had been an exception though. He realised now how much he had hated being with her. From now on, he would only use females to free his lust.

Oliver shook his head to clear his mind, but the memory of an old wolf friend who had told him what love could be like stuck with him.

"Love is like a wrecking and fluttering awe that can strike you when you least expect it. People have said that two people click automatically when meeting one another. That's what it is like for us wolves."

He quickly put the words out of his mind as he tried to concentrate on an easygoing evening, going out with a few friends. Quite frankly, Oliver was not the sort of person to be extravagant, except on special occasions. His friends were nothing like Freda and she'd never liked or got on with any of them.

The doorbell rang as he was adding a touch of aftershave. He dressed in beige trousers and a white shirt left open at the top. He moved to the oak front door and sniffed inwards. He could smell a female presence outside. He leaned in and looked through the peephole. He could see a dark-haired woman.

He opened the door slightly and smiled.

“Hello, I'm Becky. I live opposite. I bumped into you on the stairs the other day. I don't know if you remember me or not but I've got a small welcoming gift for you. It's just to show how friendly we all are in this neighbourhood. Well, it's only from me but here you go.”

She stood there holding a wicker basket that contained fruit, chocolate, and a bottle of wine. He took a moment to stare at her and couldn't help but notice how stunningly beautiful she was.

“Thank you. That’s kind of you.”

He couldn't stop staring at her as he took the basket from her hands.

“I hope I haven't disturbed you.”

“Um.. no.”

He noticed how their eyes met and locked into one another.

He didn't know what else to say to her. Her beauty struck him in a way that had taken his breath away.

She looked smart in a simple summer, peach silk dress. Her hair was long and curly. It shined and it was chestnut brown. It went well with her dark tan. He couldn't help himself as he stared at her slick figure and long legs, which were enough to knock any man out. Something striking and appealing about her pulled him in. His riveted self blinked more than once as he tried to get a grip on himself.

"Anyway, I better get going. I have a date, so I don't want to be late. Oh, what's your name?”

“Um... I'm Oliver Davies.”

“Well, nice to meet you, Oliver. I'm Becky Simpson. I hope to see you again soon.”

“Yeah, sure... nice to meet you too, Becky, and thanks for the gift.”

“No problem, Oliver. See you soon hopefully. Bye.”

Oliver watched her go. He wondered who her date was and if she was seriously involved with the guy.

What was he thinking?

He didn't even know her, so why had he felt so excited to see her?

He closed the door and sat down on his cream leather sofa. He still couldn't get Becky out of his mind. He wondered if she was a nice person underneath all that beauty. Freda was beautiful but Becky appeared stunning, as she captured the essence of beauty when she smiled. She was exquisite. He wondered if she was a model, but then he shook his head. He better get a grip on himself before the guys arrived or his body would turn into his werewolf self and he didn't want that right now.

To be continued...

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