Disclaimer: The story, the characters are purely fictional. Any resemblance to someone is co-incidence. The author at any point shows no discrimination either by race, colour, gender, identity or ideology. All fictional characters are at least 21 years of age.
Warning: Contains adult themes, sexual content. Reader's discretion is advised.
Brad Bardulf: 35 year old man living with his husband in Edmonton, Canada.
Chapter 1
She was very surprised when I asked her to meet my husband on a cold day. Betty wanted to spend her Saturday in her warm bed but she agreed to meet Brad. Betty came over to our house in a gray overcoat after just when I had put the lunch in the oven. She warmed her hands as she greeted my husband Brad. She was indeed surprised to see him after a year. Brad now looked so stunningly different. He was very attractive.
Betty witnessed Brad's makeover after his return from his Euro trip. Betty remembers Brad as a simple man with fine looks and a very neat appearance. Even, I can remember now Brad's look was very classy. She looked at us and uttered, "Brad, when did you come back from your Europe trip?
Brad said, "I came back a week ago."
Betty adjusted her blonde curls behind her ears and said, "You have changed a lot Brad. You were gone for more than a year. Where exactly did you go Brad? I know you have been in contact with Tommie but got away for so long. Tommie said you have been away from your circle of closest friends. Tell me all about your trip."
Brad said, "I had been to visit family in Eastern Europe and in Scandinavia. Betty, Tommie and I have something important to share with you and remember you can't laugh and you can't get scared."
"Scared? No I won't be. What is it about?"
I began to speak but Brad continued, "We have a favor to ask of you and we can ask only you because Tommie trusts in you and I do too. I have something to reveal it to you Betty. It's connected to what I'm going to ask you."
Betty continued with a confused grin, "Listen to me Brad. Tommie and you are good friends. If you want to ask me, I'll happy to listen to you. You can ask me."
I checked with Betty if she would like to have a glass of wine.
"Betty, I have something to share which is very surprising. Indeed unbelievable. I am a not as you think you are. I know you wouldn't believe. This is the reason I was away travelling to many parts of Eastern Europe and Scandinavia. I know you can't believe what I' about to tell you."
"Brad you are scaring me. Please go on."
"Betty unlike you and Tommie, I am not the same. I am not a normal man."
She asked back, "Not a normal man? I don't understand. You guys are scaring me more now."
I requested her not to be scared, as she took the glass of wine. She didn't sip but rested it on the floor next to the couch. Her gray eyes seemed horrified with an unknown element of fear.
"As it might sound very stupid or like a prank, I am not normal as you think I might look or think."
"Brad, if you cannot say, don't! It's not the right time for it, I guess."
"I want to say it because we have a favor to ask of you."
"Then say it Brad. I drove for an hour to meet you."
Brad leaned forward and held my hand. He looked at me and then at my friend. "I am a werewolf."
"Guys. What's this joke? Are you all planning for some costume party? Halloween is so over."
I intervened, "Whatever is Brad trying to say, is so true Betty. He's not joking. I know my husband for the last ten years or more. Brad is right; he's a werewolf.
She rose up. I saw her wanting to leave. Brad asked her, "I know you won't believe. Let me show me some pics."
I pleaded my friend to sit down. She did not listen to me but she again adjusted those blonde curls behind her warm ears. Her face had turned red.
I took an album from the shelf and gave it to my husband. He opened it and showed her an old map. I sat next to him and he said. "Betty, we are a clan of people who lived in Eastern Europe for more than 4000 years. This is what you see in the album and this is what you have seen in the movies or read in the books. My ancestors lived in secrecy all throughout several generations and till now. Nearly 2,000 years ago, we moved to different parts of Scandinavia to live in peace. I mean, lived in secrecy as a clan in the Fjords of Scandinavia. We hid that we are werewolves and we continue to do. My great-great-grandfather came to this country and be put down roots here as large swathes of this land was wilderness. I am Bradley von Bardulf of the Trovagfjord clan."
Brad flipped that old album of maps and several photos. He flipped to the page where he showed the pictures of his great grandfather.
"This is my family when they came here from Scandinavia. In this pic, you can see my great grandfather. The tall one on the right was the clan chief."
I saw the photo and saw how much Brad bore resemblance to his forefathers with his dense beard and long hair. I hope my friend Betty saw this resemblance.
Betty said, "Brad, how this can be true?"
I said, "I do know the movies made it hard for you to believe but I don't blame you. You know Brad is a serious man. He's fun but not a man who would play any joke. Betty, please calm and not panic. Brad means no harm because we are friends even if Brad is half wolf.
Betty picked the wine and took her first sip. "So do you transform into a wolf?"
"Yes I can transform. That legend is true. On the full moon day I do transform from human form to a wolf form or whenever we are happy or angry."
I don't think she heard Brad's last reply. She pounced at me with the glass in her hand. She was bewildered. She looked at me with mystified eyes.
"Why didn't you tell me this? I thought we shared everything as friends."