Werewolf is a love brain
I found a wounded werewolf.
My favorite pastime was napping in his soft fur.
Then, he healed and shifted back to human.
form, his eyes flashing a fierce warning: “A
werewolf only has one mate for life. I already
have a wolf I like, so I’ll never accept you.”
With that, he ran off. I stood there
dumbfounded, clueless. What was he talking
about? I’d been treating him like a dog. What
did that have to do with mating?
…Later, I bought a big Labrador Retriever. As I
led my new puppy home, I saw the werewolf
squatting by my front door, his face a mask of
misery.
“You humans are so fickle,” he sobbed. “Get rid
of it and keep me. I have more fur, thicker fur, I
eat less, and I can even earn money – all for
you! …If you don’t agree, I’ll eat that stupid dog in your hand!”
Part 1
Three months after I found the werewolf, he ran
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away on a dark and stormy night. Before he
left, he gave me a fierce warning: “A werewolf
only has one mate for life. I already have a wolf
I like, and I will never accept you! Get those
dirty thoughts out of your head. I’ll never like
you!”
Then he bolted, leaving me standing there
dumbfounded, completely lost. What was he
even talking about? I’d been treating him like a
dog this whole time. What did that have to do
with being mates?
