"Okay," Heath said, "here we go. I wish that I'd already fed once tonight."
Heath immediately felt less hungry, but somewhat queasy. An unpleasant gurgle sounded in his stomach, and he gagged a little.
"What's the matter? Did it work?"
"Yeah, but I don't know what I ate. Yech. Feels nasty, like I slurped down some kid's pet chihuahua."
"You probably did. You weren't very specific. Did the hex kick in?"
"Yeah, but witch tits doesn't do shit to dead flesh. I metabolized it. Still, I think I'm gonna spew. Where's your bathroom?"
"Coming over tonight wasn't about you being a werewolf at all, was it?"
Karyn laughed.
"Guilty as charged. Took you long enough to put two and two together."
"Why so sudden?"
"Sudden? What planet are you from? This isn't the first time I've tried to get through to you."
"Like what?"
"Like this New Years when I came over? Or when we rented a bunch of movies for Anti-Valentine's Day? Remember last year's Halloween costume?"
Remembering, the weight of it began to hit Jon.
"Well...damn."
"Damn indeed, Jon. Not as observant as you like to think you are, eh?"
"So why was it different this time?"
"Who knows? Just kind of happened. I feel more in charge lately, and was a little tired of trying to get you to catch my drift."
About an hour after Heath had gotten back from the bathroom, he and Zoe had managed to refine their wishing down to mostly harmless and mundane things. They had kept a count, and as Heath said his last wish, he smiled.
"Last one, Zoe," he said, "no more witch tits on the rock. Can't do anything about the warlock cock, since it doesn't target guys. Still, Rock's almost clean."
"Great! So what do we do now?"
