Chapter 27: Unveiling the Truth

Scott's heart raced as he drove to pick up Allison. Today was the day. No more secrets, no more hiding. He was finally ready to tell her the truth, and something inside him told him that she was ready too. His mind buzzed with anticipation, replaying how he'd tell her, what he'd show her, and how she might react.

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When her phone buzzed, Allison felt a mixture of excitement and nerves twist in her stomach. It was Scott, telling her he needed to see her and that it was important. Something about his message made her heart race. As he arrived, she hurried out to meet him, unable to shake the feeling that today was going to change everything.

They drove in comfortable silence, and as they approached the secluded area Scott had chosen, Allison's curiosity only grew. "So, where are we going?" she asked with a smile.

Scott chuckled, and gave her a mischievous look. "Well, let's just say that I want to show you something, and it will blow your mind, Allison."

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Scott led Allison to a quiet clearing, the morning sunlight filtering through the trees. He stopped and turned to face her, his expression serious yet kind. "Allison, do you trust me?"

Allison looked up at him, feeling her heartbeat quicken. "Of course, Scott. What's going on? You're making me nervous."

Scott took a deep breath, considering how best to ease her into the truth. "There's something you need to know—something no one has told you."

Allison's eyes widened with interest. "What?"

He exhaled, searching her gaze for any hint of fear. "The supernatural… it's real, Allison."

She blinked, processing his words before breaking into laughter. "Are you serious? Supernatural, like vampires and werewolves?"

Scott remained silent, letting his intense gaze convey what words couldn't. Allison's laughter faded, her expression turning skeptical but intrigued.

"You're not joking, are you?" She searched his face for any hint of a prank. "You're saying creatures like… werewolves are real?"

Scott nodded. "Yes, Allison. I'm completely serious. The bear you thought you saw the other night wasn't a bear. It was a werewolf."

Allison took a step back, her pulse quickening. "Scott, if this is some kind of joke…"

He reached out, placing a steadying hand on her shoulder. "It's not a joke. This is the reality we live in." His voice was calm, grounding her disbelief.

She hesitated, biting her lip, feeling torn between doubt and the trust she had in him. "Scott, I love you, but this is hard to believe…"

Scott's eyes softened, and he leaned in, meeting her gaze. "What did you just say?"

Allison froze, replaying her words, then flushed. "I… I didn't say anything!"

Scott chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Oh, you definitely said something."

She crossed her arms, cheeks tinged with embarrassment. "You didn't hear anything. Got it?"

He took her hands in his, his gaze tender. "For the record, I love you too."

Before she could respond, Scott leaned in and pressed a gentle, lingering kiss to her lips, pulling her closer as if to reassure her. When he pulled away, her heart raced even faster, any doubts about him vanishing. 

"Allison," he said, regaining her attention, "I know it sounds crazy, but that's why I brought you here—to show you, not just tell you."

Scott stepped back, letting go of her hands. "I'm a werewolf," he said.

Allison watched as his eyes shifted from brown to an intense, glowing red, his hands sprouting claws in front of her. She gasped, instinctively taking a step back before fascination overtook her fear. She moved closer, peering at his transformed features in awe.

"This is amazing…" she whispered, gently reaching out to touch his hand, tracing the edges of his claws. "Wait… you don't lose control under the full moon, like in the stories and movies, do you?"

Scott shook his head, smiling. "Not exactly. I'm… special. I don't lose control at all. as for other wrewolves, only newly turned werewolves have trouble; they need guidance."

As she looked up at him, a thought struck her. "Wait. The night I saw something outside my window… that wasn't you, was it?"

Scott's face grew serious. "No, that wasn't me. But you don't have to worry. He won't be coming around again. I made sure of that yesterday."

Allison's eyes widened. "Who was it, and why was he there?"

Scott hesitated, then said, "I'll explain more later. Right now, I want to show you something else." He took a step back, a smirk playing at his lips as he began unbuttoning his shirt.

Allison's eyes widened in surprise, covering her face but still peeking between her fingers. "What are you doing, you perv?"

Scott didn't hesitate, flashing her a teasing grin as he stripped down, completely unbothered by her reaction. "I need to shift fully, and clothes don't exactly survive that."

She turned away, fighting a smile but sneaking peeks, her cheeks bright red. He raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying her flustered reaction. "Like what you see?" he teased, nodding downwards.

Allison groaned, covering her face fully now. "I am not looking at you anymore, you shameless pervert."

Scott laughed, the sound deep and genuine. "Alright, alright. But turn around—this is something you need to see."

Slowly, Allison turned, and her breath caught as she watched him shift. His muscles rippled as his body transformed, his frame growing until he stood in his full werewolf form—a towering, black-furred creature with red glowing eyes. The sheer power radiating from him left her speechless. Despite her initial fear, she found herself fascinated, inching closer until she could reach out and touch him.

"This is incredible," she whispered, her fingers gently brushing his fur. She circled around him, and started playing with his fluffy tail. Eventually, her gaze drifted downward, looking at his crotch, her curiosity getting the better of her. "Wait… where did your… uh… "little wolf" go?"

Scott, catching her gaze, chuckled deeply. "I don't have one in this form. Can you imagine if my precious "little wolf" was dangling and my enemy hit me there? Oh, I'm feeling the pain just by thinking about it. So, let's just say werewolves don't need to have everything hanging out unprotected in a fight."

Allison burst out laughing, the tension breaking as she clutched her sides. "I can't believe I just asked that. You're ridiculous."

Grinning, Scott said. "Ready for more?"

She raised an eyebrow, still catching her breath from laughing. "There's more?"

He smirked. "Oh, yeah. Now for the ultimate reveal."

Scott transformed once more, but this time into a large black wolf, his eyes still glowing red. He was magnificent—larger than any wolf she'd ever seen, his powerful form towering over her even in this shape. His movements were graceful as he walked over to her, nudging her gently with his head. Unable to resist, Allison ran her hands through his fur, marveling at the silky texture.

"Sit," she said, laughing as he obediently complied, wagging his tail like an oversized, enthusiastic dog. She scratched behind his ears, cooing at him playfully.

Scott let out a huff, giving her an unimpressed look, but couldn't hide the amusement in his eyes.

"This is insane," she whispered, leaning in close to his massive head. "amazing…"

Scott stayed in his wolf form a little longer, allowing Allison to fully embrace the reality of his existence.

After a while Scott shifted back to his human form, pulling Allison close. "This is my world, Allison. It's dangerous, complicated, and probably more than you bargained for."

Allison looked up at him, her expression serious. "It might be more than I expected, Scott. But I'm here. I trust you." Her voice softened. "And… I love you."

Scott's eyes gleamed with happiness, pulling her into his arms once again. "I love you too."

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