Skeleton Crew

A Novel by Gre7g Luterman

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There was a long pause as I stared at the rug. I heard her open the drain.

“So where do we start?” I asked

“Huh?”

“How do I start learning how to be a mage... so I can protect your secrets?”

Shadow peeked back around the frosted glass. “First, I guess you have to figure out what flavors of magick you can do.”

“Magick comes in flavors?”

Shadow nodded and stood up behind the glass. I stared at her indistinct outline and resisted my desires to push the door aside. “Yeah, Coop says there's like ten different flavors of magick. I can't remember all of them. There's spirit magick, and energy magick, and life magick, um...” She splashed around with her feet as she tried to remember the others. “I think time was one of them. Cooper would remember the others.”

“So, different mages can only do certain kinds of magick?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she yelled out as she turned the shower on. “For example, some mages can shoot lightning bolts, and others can't. Even if they can do more powerful stuff, they may not be able to control energy.”

I didn't like the sound of something more powerful than 'shooting lightning bolts'.

“So, I figure that you have to discover what kinds of magick you can do. Practice it enough that you can learn to control it, and then,” she shrugged as she rinsed away the soap, “then I guess I can go back to my pack.”

Shadow shut off the water. I handed her a towel and walked back to my bedroom where I took a seat on the bed.

It sounded so impossible to figure this all out without someone who had done it before. I put my elbows on my knees and my face down in my hands.

“Hey, cheer up, Alex,” I heard Shadow say. She put a wet hand on the back of my head. I looked up and saw that she was wrapped in the towel. “It's not all that bad, is it?”

She sat down beside me. “You found out things that most people will never know... You learned that you can do amazing things that most people will never be able to do... I didn't tear your throat out, even though you deserved it...” She gave me a wink. “Sounds like a pretty good day to me!”

I nodded and smiled before sighing. “I guess you're right. Look, I'm pooped. Could we start all this stuff in the morning?” She nodded and I gestured out toward the living room. “The couch isn't much, but it's very comfortable...”

Shadow whined in distress like a puppy and I dropped my arm. “All right,” I sighed and grabbed my pillow. “Why don’t you take the bed and I’ll sleep on the couch?”

She whined again and I looked her in the eyes. “What?”

She seemed very agitated and it took her several attempts to get words to come out. “It’s just that… I don’t like… being alone…”

I dropped my head and my stomach filled with butterflies. How the hell was a guy supposed to win? I was feeling good about having stared at her as little as I had! I felt like I would explode if she insisted on sleeping with me. "No, I don't think that's a good idea..."

“I don’t snore. I won’t hog the covers. You won’t even know that I’m here,” she told me, and before I could respond, she had already transformed back into a large, dark-brown dog and curled up at the foot of the bed. The towel dropped away onto the floor.

I sighed - defeated. How could I argue with a wolf? I gave her a scratch behind the ears and a kiss on the forehead. “Goodnight.”

She licked my face in return.

I shut off the light and climbed into the bed. «At least she doesn’t smell like a wet dog.» I told myself and drifted off into a restless sleep.

My dreams were most disturbing - strange and wonderful at times, but disturbing nonetheless.

I dreamed that Shadow had crept under the covers. She climbed on top of me, and slowly changed into a monster. She tore away my underclothes and began to smell my neck like she was trying to decide just how I would taste.

She was huge and her muscles were rock-hard. Ever so slowly, she opened her terrible jaws and eased them around my throat, just like the black wolf had done.

I was scared, but in a sick and unexpected way, excited. Moving even more slowly than she had, I put my hands on her hips and pulled her down on top of me. She never released my throat, and the lovemaking that followed was slow, wonderful, and very, very weird.

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