Part 13
“He’s not a jerk,” I said, nudging him. “Go hide
in my room.”
“No!” he whined. “I can’t watch you do…
unspeakable things with him… You can’t do
this to me!”
A jealous werewolf was unreasonable.
The doorbell continued to ring. I sighed, giving him a warning look. “If you don’t go hide, I’ll
never speak to you again.”
He stared at me, incredulous, his eyes filled with hurt. “You’re yelling at me for some ugly
dude?”
He started crying again. Wiping his tears, he trudged toward the bedroom, sniffling. “I’ll be
good, I’ll be obedient. Please don’t ignore me.”
Me: “…” I couldn’t understand werewolf logic.
I shook my head and opened the door for my
colleague. Buddy, somehow loose, bounded
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over and started circling him excitedly.
“He seems to really like you,” I said.
“Sure does.” My colleague bent down to pet
Buddy, then glanced at the noodles on the
table. He gave an apologetic smile. “I see you
already made noodles. I brought you some
donuts, thinking you might not have eaten yet.”
“No worries.” I thought for a moment, then took
the bag. “Buddy can have the noodles. I was
actually craving donuts. Thanks.”
